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Even though we're all unique and special, just like every fuckin' snowflake and everyone else, we are also composites of stereotypes. While everyone talks shit about stereotypes, we also know that they wouldn't exist if there wasn't some truth to them.





Here's a list of some of mine, in no particular order:

American
White
Female
Of Irish Descent -- i.e. Hot-tempered, Hardworking, Drunken, Proletarian
Short and Fat
Poor kid
Teacher
Texan
From Dallas
Writer
Blogger
College edumacated
Curly-tressed
Bleach blonde
Intellectual
Artist
Musically obsessed
Dog person
Gamer
Animal lover
Homeowner
Conventiongoer
Sister
Conservative
Tree hugger
Foulmouthed
Computer geek

Yep, that pretty much sums me up. Or not.

Care to put your labels on the table?

Comments

Gary said…
I love that list. You are a fascinating person. I think that being fascinating is one quality that suits writers well. Hemmingway, Mailer, Fitzgerald, Capote, Tennessee Williams, Tom Wolfe. All very fascinating people.
8:49 AM
V said…
Thanks, Gary. I'm not sure I belong in that list, though. Another of my labels is "severely self-deprecating". :)
11:35 AM
Troy Camplin said…
short
chubby
balding
married
soon-to-be father
intellectual
uber-educated (PhD and all)
teacher
writer
blogger
reader
poet
philosopher
ethicist
animal lover
plant lover
orchid lover
bibliophile
born Indiana-an
raised Kentuckian
imported Texan
married Mexican
realist
idealist
naturalist
romantic
interdisciplinary
holistic thinker
Nietzschean
Aristotlean
Frederick Turnerean
Pinkerian
systems theorist
complexity theorist
chaos theorist
biologist
artist
Heraclitean
anti-Leftist
anti-Rightist
anti-liberal
anti-conservative
anti-libertarian libertarian
6:51 PM
V said…
Yep, that's exactly how I see ya, Dr. T.
9:09 PM
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