"WE MUST BE CAREFUL NOT TO MAKE STEREOTYPES." Says who? The program? Our government? Ya know, all this 'niceness' and politically correct horseshit happened right around the time we had a president who told hungry inner city schoolchildren that their school lunches were nutritious because KETCHUP WAS A VEGETABLE!!
I don't know about you, but I make stereotypes all the damn time and I don't feel bad about it one little bit. In person, I look very mellow and average, but the minute I open my mouth and people hear my burned out Southern Accent, the first thing that pops into mind is REDNECK. Once they hear my words though, most people become very confused and ask me where I come from. Their minds cannot add the voice up to the words, because REDNECKS are not supposed to possess the vocabulary of the higher learn-ed.
My stereotypes come from a lifetime of experience.
Mistakes that I made in my youth for "giving someone a chance" that led to a loss on my part.
I learned to never trust a man whose stomach don't move when he laughs, never loan more money than you would blow your nose into and throw in the trash, when people are lying to you, their ears move when they talk. When children are telling a lie, their legs are locked at the knees as an unconcious way of standing firm in their lie. I think sterotypes are a good thing, if used correctly, they keep us from harm. If anyone has ever cut sharply around the corner of a building and into the bearhug of a waiting mugger can attest to, it happened not because the mugger was black or Jewish, Christian or oriental, it happened because you let your field of view get cut off. You were too busy trying to get to someplace, and did not want to take the extra steps to assure your safety, and now you stand on the sidewalk with a broken nose, bleeding, with no wallet or I.D. answering a bunch of stupid questions to the police. This happened to me in 1988 right in my home town of St. Petersburg Florida in broad daylight. I did'nt immediately hate black people even though it took three of them to get my wallet, and I broke the left arm of the one who I actually knew.
I just made it a habit from then on, to never cut the corner of a building by less than 10 feet, and to always put my wallet in my front pocket whenever in a tensely crowded situation. Stereoypes are cool, pork chops tastes good, bacon tastes good!
