"You must be a basketball player."
"You should model."
"How’s the weather up there? ::Hyuck hyuck::"
Though I read something online saying I’m not allowed to call myself tall unless I find it nearly impossible to find clothing that fits me, at 5 foot, 9 inches I easily surpass the height of many of my friends.
And I endure the tall stereotypes.
Once again, the ignorance monster has reared it's ugly head.
Today as I sat in my fifth period class, I heard that oh so familiar phrase that will not seem to die: "acting black."
I have always interpreted my empowerment to be able to act and live on the equal playing field of men. Yes as a woman, I have qualities much better than a man, and yet I find it empowering I have entitled myself to the same liberating activities of men. Equality is about choice.
What do you think of when you hear that something is a stereotype? Usually, I'd easily assume you have a similar reaction to mine. Stereotypes are bad, or wrong, or misleading. Stereotypes tell us that all women belong in the kitchen or all black people are "gangstas" and the like. Especially if you've spent any amount of time on this site, you'd see some stereotypes aren't quite so bad.
Today when I was working at the library, I came across a book called, 'Die Happy: 499 Things Every Guy's Gotta Do While He Still Can' by Tim Burke and Michael Burke.
It's the grossest book ever. Every chapter has a check list of things to do before guys tie the knot. An underlining theme throughout the book is, guys have no life after marriage.
By now, I am sure most of you have heard of Miss Bimbo's website. If not, I'll give you a brief summary. A website aimed at young girls, you create a doll to monitor. You control her diet, breast size, and numerous other demeaning aspects of her.
Would you believe? Me? The most haneously hated and harassed single mother on the scene not only found a decent job (so far), but also met somebody who likes me?
He's 9 years younger.
So, what do I hear from my own mother? The first thing to come out of her mouth was, "Well, you are really scraping the bottom of the barrel now, aren't you?"
In case you don't do so usually, I implore you to take a stroll down the magazine aisle of your local supermarket and examine the April cover of Vogue. On it, you will se a photograph of basketball's new superman Lebron James with his arm wrapped around the waist of upermodel Gisele Bundchen. Now, to all of us open-minded people, this won't really phase you.
