it’s that time of year folks, when white people eat mexican food, drink margaritas, give happy wishes to their mexican janitors, cleaning women, gardeners/landscapers and various hired help, and in general just feel very festive and cultured.
That’s right. Cinco de Mayo!
Let all Americans celebrate the Mexican victory over those fruity freaking French at Puebla. Have a tortilla. Eat some salsa. Drink a Corona with a lime in it! For one day, don’t snarl obscenities at their inability to speak English.
All kidding aside, I love Cinco de Mayo.
What makes me laugh is watching these morning programs and these rich, unbelievably WHITE anchors (even the non-whites on those shows are white) feature Mexican food and music. Any other day of the year and Mexicans are a source of great ire. But not today, because today is fun! It’s happy! It’s easy and exciting to say! cinco de mayo! A holiday we can all use as an excuse to get drunk and fat. It’s hilarious, it really is.
Let’s close with the immortal words of Liz Phair: “Cinco de mayo, burn-out Ohio. It wasn’t me this time letting you go.”

