I never understood how my white friends could get away with talking back to their parents. If I so much as rolled my eyes I was dead

Walking barefoot around my house is apparently illegal...

A latino child cannot run around barefoot, they might catch a cold. LOL

Never let you sleep at your friends houses... but they can sleep at yours... I don't understand!!!

Sleepovers!!!!! YOU MISSED SLEEPOVERS!!!!! And SUPER comtroling parents are with daughters but not so much sons.

I will never understand how parents will let their daughters' boyfriends "spend the night"... When you're Hispanic/ Latino the idea of you having a boyfriend is basically a death sentence

If your Latina mama tells you that something bad will happen if you go out, there's a hundred percent of chance to happen. And never get out of home without a coat, or the prophesies of rain and cold will became true.

The one thing I was not allowed to do........sleepovers.

Me: I failed the test Latino Mom: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?! Me: Everybody else did. Latino Mom: I don´t care about the others, I only care about you.

talk back to my mother. I am 22 years old, 6ft tall and 200 lbs and if I so much as mumble under my breath my mom, 4'9 ft, 160 lbs, will smack the ever living shit out of my face. thank God I am faster now

They don't give permission to go to places even if you're 18 or older. They say: "mientas vivas en mi casa y no te mantengas sola se hace lo que yo digo". You still have to ask them for permission when you're already legal.

So true!! You forgot to mention how sleeping over for latinos is taboo... "que no tienes casa o que? Chamaco"...

"-Mira, your friend fulanita always wash the dishes! -I'm not her, I do a lot other things -She do a lot other things too, and help in the house!" But, if you want to go out... "-Mom, can I go to a party in two months? -No. -But, fulanita parents let her go! -I don't care what she do, she's not you."

I can never sleep over at my friend's house -.- even tho she literally lives ACROSS THE STREET from me

I'm a 23 year old latina who has been in exchange to Netherlands and still, when I said "the neighbours are smoking way too much, smells like crazy over there" my mom looked at me dead in the eye, scandalized, and said "HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW WEED SMELLS LIKE?!?!" Mom, i lived in the Netherlands. In an international student house.

As a latina remember once when i was twelve my friends where having a sleepover and of course i knew my patents would never let me go to sleepovers. When I told her I couldnd go because my parents didnt let me she sayed: "Why dont you just ask?" I stood there paralysed with the thought of my mom yelling "QUE PARTE DE QUE NO PUEDES DORMIR EN CASA AJENA NO ENTIENDES?!"

They always remind you, your never to old to catch a beating! I'm 42 and I still flinch every time my mom raises her hand. ugh!!!

You forgot talk back. They never let you talk back.

We have bars in the window ... we can't escape like that ...

So, I'm a third generation Latino, so I never experienced things like not going to a friend's house or having to stay home, mostly because my mom dealt with it and she didn t want to raise me to feel like I had to be dishonest in order to be a teenager. HOWEVER, you can bet your ass that the day I was born, my abuela presented my mother with a wooden spoon. A spoon passed through six generations used to make rice and smack the children. It's a nice spoon though, it really is handy.

my mom always wants to know everything about my friend before I go over to her house.

Hahaha I wasn't allowed to watch The Simpsons because my dad thought Bart was a bad influence. But I was allowed to watch anything Schwarzenegger was in.

if you are Latino don't try to sneak out at all

I successfully sneaked out once and even took the car out of the garage. When I got back I reset the miles, and carefully parked the car the same way it was, everything was aligned perfectly. I still got caught when my dad touched the car and felt it was warm :(

My mom never let me ask for water or go to the restroom when we were visiting friends. She would look at us with this death stare and say "si les pides algo, ya vas a ver cuando regresamos a casa." :X

my mom also tells me to put shoes on when I'm barefoot or else I will get cramps... what is the logic behind that?????

Leaving a note is the whitest shit I've ever heard

Walk without pantouflas or chancletas in the house because somehow you are gonna be sick or... terribly sick. Talk back to your parents or call them by their first names or try run away/cry when your getting your ass whoop.

Oh thank God I thought I was the only one who was so sheltered growing up. My mom is Mexican and believe me I couldn't get away with SHIT. I wasn't allowed to freely go on KZfaq (or most of the internet) until I was 15-16. She wouldn't let me go out for walks in broad daylight (Yeah so good luck pulling that "leave a note" bullshit in the middle of the night) and if I wanted to hang out with some of my friends just in the neighborhood, you better believe I had to tell her EXACTLY where I was. And I mean EXACTLY. I never understood how kids were able to sneak out either (if I so much as coughed in the middle of the night she was in my room), or hang out with boys long enough to have as many pregnancy scares as my white friends did. I'm 20 now and I still get flak for staying out late (I live at home while attending a nearby university) but hey I wouldn't trade it for anything because I can literally smell the Thanksgiving pozole and hominy being cooked as I type.

LEAVE A NOTE?!?!?!?! Good luck when they find you.

My mom would "never sink low enough" to order fast food 😂😂 i would only get Burger king or Wendy's maybe twice a year because "tenemos frijoles en la casa" plus she was looking out for our health. But I love hockey, I'm like the only person in my family who likes a sport other than soccer 😂😂😂

my mom growing up wouldnt let us go to friends house let alone any sleep overs or stay up late.Not even bring friends over unless she knew the parents.

My mom can't hear the loudest things in the world but the smallest creak from a floor board... she shouts at me

When you're hungry and you beg your (Spanish) mother for McDonald but she's yells out NO! because we have food at home.-___-

My dad said spongebob was stupid and I didn’t get to watch it until I was 8 smh

I'm a latino in Latin-America. It's really funny how these everyday things are "uncommon" for someone else. Like, me, my classmates, my neighbours... everyone I know grew up with a fear for chanclas, raging mothers and very overprotective pseusospies parents.

If your mom calls you by your full name, you have serious problems 😂😂😂👌

Hey, I'm in the video 😄 awesome. Glad my sneaking out tips helped 😁✌🏼️

Jajajajaja the note, sure my mother would allow me to leave anywhere without asking before, and telling exactly with whome, where, when, how I was going anywhere.

My mom when family or her friends came to visit, I had to act like the best angel of heaven, if I slightly mess up... she would clear her throat and I already knew I fucked up...

Me being a guy, my mom would say that the only thing that would happen at sleepovers were 'jotadas' (gay things). Needless to say, she was right...

They never let you forget "el cincho" or "la chancla"

FOR REAL. Haitian parents. I didn't get to go to the movie theater till I was 17. You should also mention how deeply religious alot of Latin American parents can be. You couldn't get out of going to church.

Me: mama, can I go to a party? Mama: no Me: mamiiiiii, why not? Mama: because Me: but give me one reason for not going Mama: becAUSE I'M YOUR MOTHER AND I SAY SO Me: but all my friends are going Mama: if all you friends jump off a cliff, would you do it too? Me *under my breath* yes, I would do it Mama: WHAT DID YOU SAY, PENDEJA *grabs the chancla* Me:NOTHING MAMI Mama: that's what I thought Me: *leaving* *murmuring curses* Mama: *SOMEHOW GETS TO HEAR ME AND THROW ME THE CHANCLA EVEN THO WE ARE NIT IN H SAME ROOM AND GETS TI HIT ME * Me: *killed for pendeja*

The British rock bands thing! My parents were all about José Alfredo Jiménez, Los Bukis, Vicente Fernández and Juan Gabriel so that's who I grew up listening to. Also, sleepovers were a big ol' no most of the time. Friends could come, but I could never go.

Apparently if I took a shower and left the house as my hair was wet, then I would catch a cold. Latina ma logic 😂😂

When I was a kid trying to sleepover at a friends house, my parents would say what if that house burns down? Like da fuck?

I see everyone commenting about sleepovers. That was never an issue. I had amazing sleepovers at my house too.

Am I the only one who wondered why sleepovers wasn't on the list? Me: Mami! Me invitaron a dormir a la casa de mi amiga! Mami: ¿Y tú de verdad piensas que vas a ir? Me for the rest of the month: 😡😭😤

but im pretty grateful for it because im on a pretty good road right know. Im not a bad kid and dont do drugs and im not super religous but like in the middle

Why don't you make a video about Mexican and Central American's indigenous identity

Lodbrok me: mom can I go to Jennie's party? Mom: no Me: but everyone is going Mom: last time I checked you aren't everyone Brazilian mom quotes 😂👏🏼

I couldn't wear what I wanted, or listen to explicit music. Since my favorite genres were hip hop and metal, you bet your ass I literally had to listen to it in secret. Now I have bleached hair and tattoos so...

my mom is Mexican and doesn't like arbys

I'm not ever allowed to miss a day of school.

I didn't have to sneak out. My mom's a zombie when she's asleep so I would go up to her while she was asleep and be like, "Mami, Omar and Joey are here and we're going to get food." It's midnight on a school night. She'd say 'okay' and tell me to grab money from her purse. The next morning she didn't even remember.

i feel like i was too sheltered lol my curfew was 6pm and i wasn't allowed to travel my friends had to come to me and then they would try to convince my friends to stay and hang out at the house and now that im older i dont know what to do with my life because im so use to not being allowed outside

I thought I was the only person that did not know a lot about drugs from my mom or anybody at home, I actually didn't know marihuana even existed until I moved to the USA in 2010.

Omg I relate so much to this all I'm allowed to do is clean do my homework and watch tv when my moms around

Don't forget the Terror of the Wooden Spoon. oh jeez the wooden spoon. I'm having flashbacks.

no joke but growing up i was always in awe of all the trendy stuff and name brand stuff the peeps at my school had. and when i say name brand, i mean they had boxed cereal like fruit loops, and i had frootie tooties

Colombian here and didn't know how weed looks like until I was 24 and I know my country is known because of cocaine but I don't know how cocaine looks like. and the only sleepover I ever had was with my husband when I started living with him at 26.

My Latino mom: Shes Christian so she doesnt like me to listen to Led Zep or any Rock & Roll because its satanic. She worries when im not home 1 minute after i said i would. She will use the chancla if you dont listen. Weed is worst than alcohol (haha) because its illegal and is a taboo for her. She will not give you money if you dont clean.

whoa, wtf is wrong with Michael buble????

I've never eaten at Arby's before. I wonder what it tastes like...

I'm so glad Gabe got a series. He gets me. Or it certainly feels like he gets me.

I'm a Latino boy who grew up in Wilmington California (it's like the Mexican equivalent of Compton) so this video related to me on a fuckin spiritual level lmfao but since everyone I knew growing up was Mexican as well I didn't know a majority of stuff from this vid until I started talking to white people

MY MOM LOVES MENUDOOO😂😂

Leave their presence without la benedicion. But I was born here so I guess it's ok for me to love love love hockey

No sleepovers for me either. And no boys.

The sneaking out part and the note enraging your mother is soo accurate! Haha so spot on!

Great perspective! Enjoyed this a lot!

ingrid was not having it. i died

Latino moms N E V E R let you go out without a sweater...Watch out! We don't want you to get a cold!

The sneaking out thing is soooo damn true. And to back up my parents' super sonic hearing they have: A gate to get to the rooms, an alarm that sounds whenever you open a door that leads outside, cameras EVERYWHERE, gates surrounding the whole house, dogs that bark REALLY loudly all around the neighborhood, windows that are too small to get out from, and if that wasn't enough, the vecinos averiguaos who know EVERYTHING that's happening in the neighborhood at every second. I'm truly blessed.

My mom would always host my birthday party and i would say "wheres my present" and she would say "this party is your present"

I told my mom that I wanted to be a vegan and she gave me a lecture on how meat has lots of vitamins for your body...

jajajajaja Es verdad lo de tratar de escabullirse. ¡¡Es imposible!!

Why you guys assume that all latinos are the same?? I'm latino and any of this applies to me... I'm Uruguayan btw... I smoked pot in highschool, listen to led zeppelin, etc.

In the early 80's, my buddy Jesse was living in Barrio Logan with his mom and his abuela and his sisters. One weekend his mom and sisters went to Mexico for some family stuff, and grandma stayed home in San Diego with Jesse. Now, abuela was an india, from way back in the hills, so much so that Castellano was her *second* language. Saturday night very late Jesse comes home wasted to the bone, with a big bag of some killer sinse. Sunday morning he wakes up, and feels the need for a leño. But he can't find the weed anywhere. After about an hour of frantic searching, he finally asks abuela discreetly if he "brought anything home last night", and she begins thanking him profusely and telling him what a good boy he is, and how her bones feel *so* much better. It seems she ground it up, mixed it with alcohol, and rubbed it on her joints to help with her arthritis. On the up side, abuela was very pleased with him and fixed him a wonderful breakfast.

I still have yet to go to Arby's.

Lol same here the first time I learned about drugs was in a dare class in school.

Dude you guys are so awesome! I love your channel! Keep up the great work! Also, ORLANDO. :)

love this video!!!

I'm Puertorican and my 5 foot granny chased me around the house with a flip flop every time i misbehaved and if she couldn't catch me...she threw the flip flop and it always hit me.

I was never aloud to eat at a friends house

this is soooooooooo relatable! The accuracy is scary. 😍

The pure true about sneaking out. I have done it now, but I am so paranoid and cautious when I leave. I take like 15-20 minutes to make sure I am quite. He is right about the super-hearing.

my mom would never let me dye my hair or get piercings

i have NEVER EVER been on a sleepover but my friend has and hes mexican and im honduran

My niece just posted u and I just love it!!!!

Never had "'the talk"! By the time I learned the where's, the how's, and the why's I was almost out of highschool!

my mom is OBSESSED with menudo and also loves Michael Buble xD

I got a Spanish ad before the vid

when i moved to the suburb's i realized this....for me what hit me was things like: Camping, mini golf, golf, jet skiing, vacations, road trips and much much more. lol

This whole thing is completely relatable, even down to the growing up in Orlando part. 😂

Omg! I relate to everything! I even live in Florida, only 45min away from Orlando! I learned most from kids at school about drugs and other stuff I shouldn't know, I can't go to sleep overs, and can't seek out, even though I wouldn't probably ever sneak out. BTW I'm Mexican.

gabi gabi estaaas bieen!!??!? xD me recordastes mi infancia :)

Are you guys in Florida? I live in Tampa and a lot of the videos say some place/store/restaurant etc that I thought were only in Florida.idk

i had a friend who sneaked out all the time and she used to tell me I was too afraid to try it, but like wtf , I lived in the 7th floor of a building and my dad didn't give me the key to our flat until i was 18 so if i went out i was stuck out there. DO YOU KNOW THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL AND HAD TO SIT ON THE BUILDING'S STAIRS FOR HOURS JUST TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO COME HOME AND LET ME INSIDE???? IT WAS HELL