Crazy: Latinos Are Dating Latinos

Despite predictions on whom children of immigrants would date or marry, Latino and Asians in the United States are increasingly dating and marrying fellow Latinos and Asians. The pervading reason is thought to be the fact that, this way, your potential mother-in-law is far more likely not to serve tuna casserole.

Says scorned white man Daniel T. Lichter, a sociologist at Cornell: 

The immigrant population fundamentally changes the pool of potential partners for Asians and Hispanics. It expands the number and reinforces the culture, which means the second generation . . . is more likely to marry people of their own ethnicity.

Except Latinas with a fetish preference for white farm boys, whomever they may be. This trend has resulted in the creation of wholly obnoxious attempts at making money off young, first generation Asian-American and Latino daters who are vaguely to moderately racist. Speed dating! Wine tasting! Lectures! All things that white people like, but tweaked to cater to Asians and Latinos with money who are tired of Anglo people who wearing Che t-shirts and Mao messenger bag to your Ethnic Studies seminar. 

Says Bhavna Pandit, a young woman of Indian descent who is probably tired of having starry-eyed white men refer to her “Jasmine” or attempt to take her to an outdoor Diwali festival when she’d just like to maybe get a nice, pink-colored fruity cocktail at a froufrou lounge: ”People grow up the entire time rebelling to our parents, doing everything we could to fit in and spending the majority of our time running away from the traditions and our heritage. Now I’m 29 years old, and I actually care about this stuff.” 

White people, as is commonly known, lack “values” or “traditions” - things often associated with people with tans who have unusual odors. They are also prone to things like “subtle racism” or “stereotyping” - things not commonly found among children of immigrants. As evidenced by this anecdote:

One whom Xiao met in recent weeks stands out: a Korean American lawyer about her age. She has seen him a few times.

She is starting to feel “kind of nurturing” toward him. Recently, for example, they were having cocktails at the bar at Zaytinya in downtown Washington, and his jacket collar was mussed. She reached over to smooth it.

She likes his funky black glasses and sturdy physique and the self-deprecating way he writes his e-mails. (”You’ll probably find this really boring but . . . ” he sometimes writes, prefacing a brainy thought. )

That’s very Asian, she thinks. It feels like home.

We can’t wait to bring a boy home, gently comb out his large tufts of black, coarse chest hair and smack him with a sandal purchased at a 99 cent store. Together, we will inevitably develop diabetes and yell into walkie-talkies or Bluetooth headphones while noisily chomping on deep fried chunks of sweaty pork. That’s very Latino, we think. It feels like home. 

Immigrants’ Children Look Closer for Love [Washington Post]