My grandmother gave me bad advice and good advice when i was in my early teens. for the bad advice, she said that i should become a barber because they made good money and listened to the radio all day. “honey, they don’t work como burros,” she would say every time i visited her. she made the sound of donkeys braying. “like that, honey! ” for the good advice, she said that i should marry a mexican girl. “no okies, hijo”—she would say— “look, my son. he marry one and they fight every day about i don’t know what and i don’t know what.” for her, everyone who wasn’t mexican, black, or asian were okies. the french were okies, the italians in suits were okies. . she lectured me on the virtues of the mexican girl. what inference can be made about the grandmother’s point of view in this excerpt?