There is a new perfume on the market called Perfume de Sucka. It’s alluring smell is worn by many Dominican women from the island, in hopes of attracting a mate. They dab the perfume behind their ears, splash a little on the back and front of their necks, and spritz the fragrance between their cleavage. For those women who do not have cleavage, they douse half a bottle of the odorous liquid over their ass cheeks, because, lets face it, Dominican women usually have round, protruding asses. Then they are off, leaving their vecindades, campos, and urbanisaciones to find a rich man, a good man, and, most importantly, an Americano.
A woman’s got to land in the US of A somehow!
They spot their man (or multiple men as one may not have enough dinero or Visa appointing intentions) and smile. They flip their hair, freshly done by the Carmen’s, Josi’s, and Mildred’s from beauty salons, and the attractant is released. Like hypnotized dummies, the men stand erect. Minutes later, money is flying out of their wallets and into Dominican bank accounts.
This perfume, made up of a hint of sex appeal, a drop of the Spanish tongue, and a bucket full of pepa™, is just…that…powerful.
Soon, the smart and ambitious Dominicanas from Santiago/Tenares/La Capital/Bonao/San Francisco De Macori/Puerto Plata/Bocachica sit on a plane, official documents stamped and ready to be approved by the United States government. These mujeres leave their families behind to live the American dream, have a white picket fence (or, if they come to NYC, a fire escape), and commit to a man they hardly know and usually don’t love. This is their future. This is their tale.
It began with a whiff.
This piece is a parody inspired by a conversation with a Dominican man who frequents the Dominican Republic. We discussed stereotypes of Dominican women and he stated he witnesses this behavior often. What do you believe?