I make off-color jokes about stereotypes but I feel like less of a turd when I'm making fun of white, middle-class people. (Also known as "that group of people that doesn't know what oppression is".)
I find amusement in being able to spot patterns of sameness amongst certain types of people. Like white, blonde young girls. Especially when they're wearing uggs, oversized sweaters, yoga pants, and their hair is a predictable length, and they've got an iphone and a handbag with a floral print on it. Good lord. Yuck.
Or soccer moms, with their mini-vans, their giant SUV-sized baby strollers filled with screaming trolls, with their "mom jeans", their athletic shoes and ponytails, their sagging tits and frayed fringe.
Some people are just doomed to some sort of ridiculous stereotype, and I'll probably make fun of myself when I find mine, too.
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You and I,
We were born to die.
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