They’re American; we’re Mexican. It’s a whole racial thing
"The men are blue-collar workers, sunburned laborers taking a break from mowing suburban lawns, hauling drywall into a new South County housing tract, or digging ditches. They wear ball caps or T-shirts that advertise the names of their businessesŃlandscape firms, hardware stores, construction companies. They dress in tattered jeans and construction boots; a few belong to unions. They've got fingers like driftwood, and when you shake hands with them, it's as if there's sandpaper pressed between your palms. They stand in stark contrast to the pretty boys, all younger than 25, employed in the service sectorŃbusboys, valets or dishwashersŃas evidenced by their smooth hands, clean-shaven faces and overall natty appearance."
—Orange County Weekly. Lucha Libre, a free-for-all fight between gaudily dressed low-rent Mexican wrestlers and cardboard Anglo stand-ins, draws Latino families from Mexico and Central America to watch racial tensions be realized in live-action cartoon form.'
