Some of us are more Equal than Others

I have learned much more than the average American about stereotyping and discrimination. I happen to be a young caucasian woman, who grew up in small-town Kansas, where there are plenty of young caucasian women as well. Sometimes, young caucasian women can be the worst at casting judgement. It’s understandable, really. We have so much pressure cast upon us, so many American standards for the American woman. Men are expected to have brains and money, women are expected to be beautiful; both expectations are conclusively for mating purposes. But I now explain this, and you better believe it: lust is an animalistic emotion one gets that ties us to our ancestors – the monkeys. Evolution just tacked on a higher desire to humans, perhaps to get shit done, as in, the faster we multiply, the faster we evolve? There’s a theory, from a book entitled The Time Machine, fantasizing that in about a thousand years, we will divide into two separate species: ugly, monstrous, unintelligent beings, who will work for the other species, who will be beautiful, highly intelligent beings (Wells). In regards to those who quote the book, explaining this will happen: Bull! One will not work for the other, and even if one does, it wouldn’t be the less physically attractive. They don’t waste their time being ridiculous, covering themselves with tight clothing and pink rouge.
Whatever happened to the united part of America? We have turned into whores for individual wealth. We’ll obviously do anything to obtain power, money, and anything to be remembered by and written as a ‘Great’ in history. Of course, it can make sense. I would be lying to you if I said that it doesn't. The desire for power reminds us, again of our sweet ape-like ancestors. We are all alone, technically, even if you were born with a twin you still rarely think of others as compared to oneself, it’s inevitable. But, perhaps, when we can all recognize this, we can also do something about it. Perhaps we can ask them rich bastard celebrities to please give money to third-world countries who cannot afford a daily meal. They seem so impressed with themselves when they give someone one-fiftieth of their salary, which is around $1 million. How sweet. Now, how about you just go back to your $10 million home on the beach, please, and be impressed on your 10,000 count custom-made one of a kind egyptian bedsheets. You sicken me.