Here Are The Most Latino Overheard LA Tweets That Will Make You Jajaja
There’s a reason that major cities in the U.S. have their own “overheard” social media account. Each city has its own brand: New Yorkers are Dead Inside; College Students are Drunk; San Francisco Ends Relationships via The Cloud.
While Los Angeles is stereotyped for being the birthplace of wannabe influencers and self-obsessed yogis, it’s arguably the most diverse city being overheard on the Internet. We have a feeling Latinos had something to do with these *special* moments:
The classic *exotic* accent confusion.
Honestly, we all know those people with the thick and kind of sexy accents. It is not surprising to think that someone might confuse one accent for another.
You know this girl was raised by Latino parents.
Oh, Natasha, only your parents think you’re a disappointment. Don’t project your parents’ old-school expectations onto your friends. We live in a time when you don’t have to be married by the time you are 20 because it is time for you to shine as a strong, independent woman.
There are two alternate realities to living in LA.
There are the people who pay $14 for a superfood, activated, soaked, medicinal mushroom and CBD infused smoothie. Or those who are okay getting a watermelon smoothie for $5 from el elotero.
When we’re not having kids and directing our love and affection a los gatos.
If you accept the invite and don’t show, you’re dead to me. Tbh, going to your friend’s pet’s birthday party is very important in Los Angeles. Like, millennials are not wanting to bring children into this world so why not treat the rescue pets like children?
What’d I just say?
It’s the modern day nuclear family. They had their wild days but have since raised a chihuahua that deserves a proper Latino celebration of his or her life.
Here’s a Latina daughter knowing exactly which button to press to shame her father.
Education is everything, and if your parents didn’t sacrifice everything to put you through private school, then their parents did. I’m saving this comeback for a rainy day.
When you’ve accomplished all your parents’ hope and dreams by 20.
The bar is really low for daughters. They just need to find a nice boy and not get pregnant until after you’re married. Sounds archaic but it is literally one of the truest things about growing up Latina.
When you’ve suddenly turned into your mother.
The first question wouldn’t surprise a single Latina. My beauty school drop out Latina mother would shed a tear of pure pride if those words came out of my mouth.
Latina mamis coming in hot with the #DiscardedYam at Thanksgiving.
You know this is a Latino because every time we asked our moms why they hit us this time, it was because of our personalities. Best to mask that with marijuana, mijos.
Get your domestic immigrants outta here!
Everyone else is welcome. Any Angeleno will be snarky with you if you moved to LA from Miami, but Mexicanos, Puertorriqueños, Salvadorenos, bienvenidos a Los Angeles!
Every sister’s greatest wish at Navidad.
What do we have to give our brothers to make them STFU? Forever bargaining with California’s greatest asset: legalized marijuana.
LA: where your yoga instructors know to qualify any reference of a Wall.
Whatever your presumptions about LA, we’re also out here protesting the wall, the Drumpfs, and children in cages. Your yoga instructor is also burning effigies of the President on the weekends outside City Hall.
We’ve grown up to realize all the ghost stories our parents told us are true.
Those stories used to scare the mierda out of us as kids. As teenagers, we scoffed at our parents and thought they were from a dumb generation. Today, we chillin’ with our parents’ ghosts and leaving their favorite spirits out. 🥁🥁🥁
Oh, you grew up with oppressive fear of inheriting the mental illness your family refuses to acknowledge exists, too?
Didn’t realize abuelo was actually loco until we visited him at the loco hospital and that’s why mami was so afraid of us having feelings. Sooo… like, I wouldn’t be surprised if any of us woke up to voices in our heads. Just me?
We could be cousins. We could follow each other on IG. We both work in the service industry.
In LA, you could know somebody from anywhere. Sometimes it’s from a family photo.
We need streaming content that doesn’t require tickets to a movie.
Yeah, our parents taught us how to sneak a hot meal into a movie theater, but we have Netflix now. Let’s watch Aunt Becky go to jail over piping hot tostones.
LA: where the class gap is so large, sexism isn’t your only problem.
Hi, this is your friendly reminder that Latinas earn just 53 cents for every dollar a white man earns, and it shows. It’s sexist and classist, honey.
If you know, you know.
It’s not just East LA. It’s the Inland Empire. It’s really easy and there are so fewer yogis and $14 smoothies. That’s all.
I love this woman.
Wait, was that me? I love myself.
When your life’s purpose has to live up to the blood, sweat, and tears your parents put in to get you there.
It’s called immigrant guilt and the irony of including this into a blog post does not escape me. 😅