Good [insert time of day here], Ladies and Gentlemen.
Today I present to you an inquiry as to your belief in certain stereotypes. Some ring true more often than not. Others are just blatant lies.
So let's here some stories about times when you met/encountered a peron(s) that have either embodied a stereotype, or shattered it to pieces. Please state which prior, so we are clear.
I will start with a defiance.
So I'm sitting on the bus today, and I look over, see what appears to be a very stereotypical example of a 'thug'. Baggy pants around the waist, Nikes on his feet, gold grill, dew rag on his head, and one of those T shirts with 'Go HAM' and the like on it. He's sitting there with his ear buds from his phone dug deep, clearly not paying attention to the world. Then I see something that reminds me why no stereotype is ever 100% true.
On this mans phone is Puella Magi Madoka Magica.
Today I present to you an inquiry as to your belief in certain stereotypes. Some ring true more often than not. Others are just blatant lies.
So let's here some stories about times when you met/encountered a peron(s) that have either embodied a stereotype, or shattered it to pieces. Please state which prior, so we are clear.
I will start with a defiance.
So I'm sitting on the bus today, and I look over, see what appears to be a very stereotypical example of a 'thug'. Baggy pants around the waist, Nikes on his feet, gold grill, dew rag on his head, and one of those T shirts with 'Go HAM' and the like on it. He's sitting there with his ear buds from his phone dug deep, clearly not paying attention to the world. Then I see something that reminds me why no stereotype is ever 100% true.
On this mans phone is Puella Magi Madoka Magica.