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I have to start this post by saying that I never really thought about segregation and racial problems when I was growing up–because I wasn’t raised around anyone that looked different than me. So when I grew up and kept hearing about there still being racial tensions-I was surprised that it was still an issue.

I would in no way consider myself a racist. When I see a person of a different ethnicity–Sure–my mind notices that fact. Just as it would if I walked by a fat person–or a bald person–my mind notes that–nothing more–nothing less–just a note. Beyond that–there is no difference in my opinion and life moves on and goes forward.

I do have to say—I am very intolerant of stereotypes–any stereotype–I don’t care what ethnicity you are–you don’t have to “live” the stereotype. It’s like meeting a gay man–I’ve never met a woman as “feminine” as some of these people. They are living a stereotype–and I HATE IT! I hate grills, and tats, and piercings, and doo rags, and dread locks, and pimped out cars—I HATE ALL OF IT! Why? Because no one is doing any of these things because they like them—they are doing them to be “IN”–and where is the individuality in that!

At the same time–I must admit–I fit the stereotypical stay at home mom! I’m a ‘big’ girl, I wear frumpy clothes, I rarely wear make up, and my hair is in a pony tail 24/7! And you know what–as stereotypical as it is—I HATE MYSELF FOR IT! But honestly–with four kids–I really don’t stand a chance!

So in all of this I have to say–I’m not a racist–although I do hate the stereotypical portion of it. I’m not homophobic–but I do hate the stereotypical portion of it–I am a frumpy, stereotypical housewife–and I HATE IT!!!