miss_sabre

Pride and Prejudice, and Zombies

2009-10-02T20:04:06Z

So I've started Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, which I've had sitting in various book piles to read for a while now. I'm about part way through, but already I think I have my verdict.
While Zombies in Regency era England (as the uppercrust tries to go on as normal) is hilarious and interesting, putting them into Pride and Prejudice has also taken out most of the wit and humanity that Jane Austen gave it, making the whole story fall a little flat. I'd much rather read an original novel about zombies set in upperclass regency England, or a straight up Jane Austen novel then this weird hybrid.
I must admit, though, I am intrigued by this new phenomenon of combining the literary with pop culture and reaping the benefits. It seems both terrible to me in some ways (how irreverent and money hungry), and really neat to me in others (how beautifully irreverent and fun!). while searching for links to these Jane Austen knock-offs I found an article that does a lot to make me think of it all. So, while I don't want to discount this new genre of monsters and Jane Austen, I think I've still decided how I feel about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
Despite having made my verdict, though, I still find myself continuing the book. It's like watching a train wreck- I simply can't turn away. I'm too curious to see what weird thing it'll pull next. Perhaps it will change my mind.
However I don't think I will read Sense and Sensibility and sea monsters, though Mr. Darcy, Vampyre, a Pride and Prejudice sequel, of sorts, may be too interesting and bizarre to pass up.
On a completely random note- SoBe, at least "SoBe Tsunami" uses real sugar, and not high fructose corn syrup. You learn something new every day.

miss_sabre @ 2009-10-01T14:11:00

2009-10-01T21:56:13Z

So, life goes on. Where to start?
   I started classes on Monday, and have been enjoying myself. Meeting and talking with people has been far easier in a classroom setting, though I still don't really have any friends.
   I'm taking French, University seminar (where we're looking at performance studies), Theater foundations, and Tai Chi.
   On Tuesday I learned how and when I could audition for the two plays they are putting on this quarter. I signed up for wednesday (yesterday) on tuesday, and I pulled out my copy of The Real Inspector Hound and began re-memorizing one of my monologues. The hardest part was trying to do it sans British accent. So yesterday I spent the entire evening preparing, and warming up, and deciding what to wear (Apparently one should dress professionally for these things). At 9:40pm I left my dorm room, and walked over to the theater. At roughly 10:20 I was called in to audition. The people were very kind, the two directors shook my hand and greeted me by name, and then I introduced my monologue and sat down to begin.
I was off from the start. Near the beginning I had to stop and ask if I could start over (Which I did), and doing the monologue I felt a little aimless. It was not a worked audition piece, it was a piece I pulled out of my ass. I was a little hopeful, after my monologue, when one of the directors asked me about my resume "I'm curious about The Nova Project, what kind of school is it? These were some very ambitious pieces," I answered and then they kindly sent me on my way (Which was to be expected).
   Today, I showed up for Theater foundations early so that I could check the call back list and- big suprise, bigger disappointment- I wasn't on any of the lists. I had my moment of intense disappointment, but got over it (Which I'm very pleased about. I can deal with rejection! Yay!), and now I'm looking forward to working on audition pieces in the future.
   I got my "Den Mother" today in theater foundations. In order for the next part to be cool I need to explain a little bit about this theater program. Sometime this quarter (Unlike what I previously thought) we all have the opportunity to audition for the advanced acting class. Only 32 of us will get in, 16 next term, 16 the term after that. My Den Mother told us (her little den babies, as she kept going on about) that she would help us find people who had been through all the acting classes to help us with our monologues, and that she would be happy to help us find monologues. Yay!
Also, today, all of us first year theater kids need to wander around campus with big paper bow ties. It's funny seeing how many of us there are all over campus, and seeing the weird stares people get. Apparently it's tradition, and we need to wear them to the big all department meeting tonight. I have put mine on my hat, which guarantees that I won't lose it.

On another note, Roommate informed me that she's thinking about moving to a dorm closer to her classes, and moving in with a friend of hers. This would mean that I need to find a new roommate, which could be hard as I don't really know anyone yet.
Oh well, another pain for another day.
Off to Tai Chi, and then the big meeting!

Romeo & Juliet & Pimpage

2009-07-07T20:16:01Z

Hello, hello. I thought I'd do a post about the show me and a few (read several) friends are trying to produce. This is probably not a post most people will find interesting, because it's pretty Seattle centric, and at least a few of you have heard me rant about already, but if this does any good, it will be well worth it.
So a few weeks ago I went to see an amateur production of Romeo & Juliet. It was good, but Mike (my boyfriend, who happens to be a Shakespeare buff) left it telling me all the weird cuts they had made, and how he would have liked to do it, and how it didn't have a message, blah blah blah - so, finally, I told him to stop with the talk, and actually do.
So here we are, a few weeks of planning and lots of work later with our own amateur company The June 23rd Movement: Guerilla Theater. Our first production will be Romeo and Juliet, which we plan to perform in parks around Seattle late this August and early September.
Part of the reason for this post is that auditions start tomorrow, the 8th, and continue on to the 9th and 10th, 15th 16th and 17th, from noon- 4pm, on the 8th floor at the Seattle Central Library. The 8th and the 15th are important audition days and we hope to see more than just actors, anyone who is interested in helping in anyway should come), so we're asking that everyone who auditions make it to at least one of those, and however many others they can or want to. Other audition days will be by call back, but anyone who wants should come. We have a script that we're using, and we're sending it out via, so, if you're interested please drop me your e-mail in a message, or comments, or e-mail me, or the company at june23rdmovement@gmail.com, requesting a copy of the script.
If anybody has any questions, feel free to ask.
Alright, so this is me finishing up with the play pimpage by saying that I hope to see many people in the next two weeks, and, if you can't make it, maybe some of you will come to performances.
Thanks for letting me use this journal as an ad-
Cheers.
~Me

miss_sabre @ 2009-04-06T22:07:00

2009-04-07T05:10:36Z

I have been accepted into Southern Oregon University!
On another note: I hate shoe stores. They are more than a little traumatizing, and I still don't have shoes.
Alas.

miss_sabre @ 2009-01-12T21:39:00

2009-01-13T05:42:56Z

I am sexy, and totally badass.
Take that, society. I can be a strong, confidant, happy young woman without being arrogant or a bitch.
Also, fire is sexy.
and, another also, everybody I know rocks my socks.
Thank you world,
Signed (which I just mistyped "singed," how fitting)
~A Fire Dancer

A list

2008-12-05T18:20:57Z

So, a lot of things have been happening in my life of late. Mostly good, and almost all of it terrifying. So I thought I'd do a quick list (in no especial order)

1. Boyfriend.
2. Finally told my parents, and I'm very proud of myself for that.
3. This whole wacky graduating thing.
4. Nova's moving, and we need to make this as good a thing as possible.
5. I'm performing in a fire group on the solstice. That's pretty awesome.
6. It's truly a small world. Or perhaps just a small city.
7. All sorts of firsts for myself and friends alike (see 1)
8. I'm turning 18 pretty soon!
9. Got a laptop as an early birthday present. (Impatient parents)
10. I'm gonna get my own fire hoop!
11. Life. Crazy Life.

So, yep. There you have it. My life all wrapped up into a tidy little list.

What makes Nova work

2008-09-21T23:21:51Z

Alright, so my dad has this online friend who's teaching in new york right now, and he's interested in the way Nova works and why. So he requested that I write up a list.

List of the reasons Nova teachers rock

Respect.

The most bloody important one. Students are interesting individuals with learning styles of there own, and not just brains one needs to stuff with knowledge until names and dates dribble out teenage ears. Students have opinions they want to share and generally respond well to respect.

Sincerity

I have a language teacher who once told me “A teacher can get away with anything, as long as they’re doing it with sincerity.” One of the things that I love is that our teachers are real people with opinions of their own, and they don’t try to hide things from us. If a teacher doesn’t think something they have to teach is very useful, or dislike a certain technique and they have to teach it anyway, they’re always honest about this. I suppose I can’t know for sure if a teacher has ever lied to me, but I’m pretty sure they haven’t. For the most part, the things teachers have taught me and the discussions they have facilitated have been subjects in which they themselves were interested. One teacher of mine teaches two senior lit classes, one per semester, and every year she re-reads the books on her list so she can honestly discuss and learn things each time with each class.

I just said that expressing opinions and being a real person is cool, but I know there are some opinions teachers are not allowed to voice. Whenever this comes up, my teachers have always stated that it’s illegal for them to tell us their opinions, and find another way to ask a question or explain something.

Creating a relationship with students

Teachers always have “office hours” where they’re available for you to schedule a meeting with them if you need anything. They’re also always around for you to ask questions about the homework or classroom work, or just to chat. Some students aren’t brave enough to ask questions during class.

Most of my teachers hand out there e-mail addresses for the same purpose (And also for students who don’t have a printer at home). Many of them also hand out their personal phone-# so that, if a student isn’t coming to class or will be late on any given day, they can call and let the teacher know. And the teacher can tell them what the homework is. This also means that the student is responsible for his or her own education. If the student is skipping they (Not their parents nor anyone pretending to be their parents) calls, and hopefully lays it down honestly. The teacher may not like it, but they like it a lot more than a lie, and it’s not their job to judge. If the student doesn’t think they’ll learn anything that day because of personal reasons that’s their decision to make, and they face the consequences. And, believe me, when graduating is at stake, you learn pretty damn quickly not to fuck around and abuse the leniency of the system.

Dealing with the parents and the student

Our teachers will never just meet with the parent. Often times, new parents want them to, but they refuse. Every parent meeting also has the student in it. It’s not the parent and teacher siding against the student, it’s everyone trying to do right by each other. If a student hasn’t been showing up to class or hasn’t been doing work, the teacher will talk to the student, and if the teacher thinks it necessary, they will call the parent but they will make it very clear that the student is aware that they are calling, and it’s all been discussed.

I just joined the PTSA board, so I’ve been to several meetings now with nervous parents who don’t understand the way Nova works just yet. And listening to them and the stories they tell it’s easy to see most of them are used to being privy to every aspect of their kid’s life, and when they get to Nova and learn that they are not the first ones contacted if they’re kid doesn’t show up to class or isn’t turning in work and are, in fact, the last, they start freaking out. They generally don’t believe that they’re kids will possibly do what they need to do without constant nagging. However, by treating the student as an equal by dealing directly with them it’s far more likely that the student will take charge of they’re own education. And if they sink before they float it’s a lesson they’ll remember even better.

Competency/project based learning

This might be the most difficult for me to explain because I’ve never done it any other way, so I’m really not sure where the uniqueness of the system starts. So I apologize if I over explain things, or under explain things (This goes for the rest of the list as well).

“Competencies” are the list of things we, well, need to be competent in by the end of the class. Generally speaking we do a project for each competency in the class. This can be anything from writing an essay, a research paper or presenting in front of the class, to painting a picture that shows what we learned, writing music, poetry, writing a skit, collecting things, cooking (which is generally the rest of the classes favorite) etc. Sometimes the competency is something like “Write a compare and contrast essay” in which case the project is pretty clear, but, depending on the class, it’s often more open ended.

This competency based learning does two things. One, no busy work; everything your doing is for a purpose. And two, the ability to gear what you’re learning to your own interests and make everything more relevant. In a math class I was in once we were studying the Fibonacci sequence, and were all asked to do some sort of project around it. One girl wrote music using that pattern and used a computer program to play it. Another girl brought in a cake that she cut and decorated into the Fibonacci spiral, and me and some friends brought in pictures of the giant Fibonacci spiral we’d created in a parking lot with large amounts of chalk and a lot of measuring tape.

The community as a resource/independent learning

We place a huge emphasis at Nova on every student being the leader of there own education. If there’s something you want to learn you figure out a way. This could be done by petitioning students and teachers to hire someone to come in and teach for a while, by getting yourself some books and working out an “independent contract” with a teacher who can give you the credit you need, or by simply being taught somewhere else.

The other way is by taking the things you do on a regular basis and getting credit for them. I read all the time, so by keeping a book journal and reflecting on what I read, I get LA or elective credit. By participating in an old time radio group as a voice actor I get Oc. Ed. Credit. Once again, it’s so easy to shape your education to what really suits you.
I hope this was at all helpful.

Hmm, the lj cut is doing strange things to my headings. Oh well.
Does anyone have any suggestions for this?

My Life With a Haunted Coffee Pot

2008-08-21T20:30:47Z

So the single serve coffee pot at my grandmothers house is probably haunted. It turns on by itself, sporadically leaks (And is fine the next day) And once we found it plugged in and on when, by all accounts, it should have been on the other counter. It had been unplugged to clean, and since than no one had any reason to plug it back in.
SpoOooOoooOOOoky.
=D

Reno

2008-08-14T05:13:23Z

Lake Tahoe is, in fact, a paradise on this earth. Such beautiful, clear, blue, warm water. Sandy beaches that sparkle with fools gold, sunny weather (Cooler than in Reno, and yet hot hot beach weather), and rocks. Actually , I feel the need to clarify, boulders. Boulders that jutted up out of the water in massive, gorgeous formations. Perfect for dangerously (sort of) clamoring over so that I could get as high up as possible for a panoramic veiw of the lake (For I am Beverly, Queen of all I survey, High Master of the Rocks, Mistress of the Waters!) and than skipping and sliding from one rock to another so I could get down into the rocky jungles that was at the base of these boulders, away from the casual beachers (For I am Beverly, Ace Explorer!), where I found a cave. Which only had a little bit of garbage where countless other teens have obviously used it for a hangout spot. Alas, 'twas not just my cunning mind and skillful maneuvering that got me there. It has been found by many an explorer before me.
All in all, it was an adventure (Piggie.), and it was quite a lot of fun.

Also, My whole family has the potty humor of a four year old. My aunt and Grandma went into great fits of mirth 6 times in two days over basic bodily functions.

Dr. Horrible is awesome

2008-07-19T06:57:56Z

Awesome.

This needs no words.
Except, you know, Joss Whedon's.
But not my words.
Oh, also except that it's going down Sunday (Tomorrow) at midnight. So, please, watch it soon!

Murphy's law, and how it beat me over the head a few times

2008-05-21T02:06:00Z

Somewhere, the keepers of Murphy's Law are clinking martini glasses and celebrating with fancy hors de vors over the day I had yesterday. If yesterday had been something I had read instead of something I had experienced I would have thought it was horribly contrived, and too full of coincidences and unlikely circumstances.

   So, on Sunday, I went to an overnight tour of Eastern Washington University with a good friend of mine, Mae. EWU is a good four and a half hours away from Seattle, so we were prepared for a long car ride. Mae was driving her Grandmothers car, which her grandmother had taken to Jiffy Lube just a few days before in preparation for her grandchild and her grandchild's friend to make their first long road trip without an adult.      Well, things were going just spiffingly, until a little past the halfway point, Ellensburg, Mae's car started acting up. This went on for a little while and seriously stressed out Mae, because she wasn't sure what the deal was but we finally stopped at a gas station in a place called Ritzville and a very kind lady showed us that we were completely out of transister fluid (I think that's what it was). The car acted fine after that and we got to EWU without any problems. The whole tour was really fun and interesting, and I learned out to ice skate, seriously bruising my legs in the process. I also learned that I CAN make friends and be social without having previous friends to fall back on, and that I always attract cool weird people. It's not just because of my cool, weird highschool.
        The next day, after a rather spotty nights sleep (I slept on stolen cushions on the floor of a one person dorm, and the cellphone of the kind "host student" who allowed us to stay in her room went off periodically from about four in the morning to seven in the morning when we were supposed to get up) We breakfasted, finished the tour, lunched and were on our way.
         About forty minutes into our trip, and a mile passed Ritzville the car started acting wonky. About forty-one minutes into our trip, Mae pulled over to the side of the highway and the car died.
         Now, as seattlelites Mae and I are not used to much sun or heat, so in baking East Washington, in the middle of nowhere we weren't being very smart. We both threw on some cooler clothes, slathered ourselves with sunscreen, grabbed wallets and cellphones, and set out toward a farm house we could see a short while away. I had argued that, if we were walking anywhere, we should go the other direction to the town we had just passed, but Mae was obstinate, and I figured if we had to turn around and walk to the town it wouldn't harm us too much. So, in the beating sun we walked about half a mile along the side of the highway, turning a lot of heads as we did so. Than, seeing that the farm house was a lot further out than she had thought, and that a barbed fence stretched out for at LEAST another quarter mile, and no path leading to the house in sight, Mae informed me that we should turn around, and that I was right. I agreed to this. I am happy to say that we both came to our senses and, when we got back to the car, CALLED SOMEONE instead of traipsing around in the the middle of no where. Mae called a number she found on the cars handbook, and they informed her that they couldn't do anything about it because she wasn't on her grandmother's insurance. The lady did, however, leave us another phone number and told us she hoped our day got better. She hoped our day got better. I find that amusing at the very least. Anyway, Mae calls that number and we get a tow truck to come out. The tow truck was driven by a really nice fellow who, at Mae's request, attempted to restart the battery. it worked, and the tow truck man started to pull away, but before we got about five feet the car died again. I stuck my torso out the window and re-flagged him down.
         Mae and I packed some of our things up and rode back to Ritzville in the front of the tow truck. He dropped us off at a car place, and only charged us for the tow. He was a really nice sort of fellow, and I'm very grateful to him. He spoke with the car place people on our behalf, and Mae and I went into the waiting room for a little while, feeling kind of sad, girly and pathetic with cars. After some waiting, we were told by an older good natured gentleman who must have owned the little shop that we needed a car part replaced, and they were pretty sure they had the right one, and if we could get someone back home to wire about $320 over we could be on our way home that day. Well, we called Mae's grandmother, and that was all quickly taken care of. A little while later, we were told they didn't have the right part and they would have to see if someone else in town had one. Than, just a little after that we were told that no one had the right part and, the long and short of it was, we were screwed.
         So We made some phone calls, and it was decided that Mae's Auntie would come pick us up, but that would take about four hours. So one of the mechanics, who thought he was hilarious, kindly offered to give us a ride to a cafe where we could just wait until our ride came. We spent four hours there, reading, talking and playing card games. We told our waitress upfront that we were going to be there for a while and probably weren't going to buy much. She was really good natured about the whole thing and never ignored us.
         Finally, at about nine (After lecturing my friend, Miss Manners,. about leaving proper tips), Mae's auntie came with her dog to drive us home. I spent most of the car trip in a sleepy caffeine crash daze, rolling in and out of consciousness as we passed flat plane after flat plane. Actually, at times it looked like the highway was stretched out over complete nothingness with just black as far as the eye could see. It was beautiful. I think I understand one reason why a person might become a trucker now. Also in my sleepy daze I remember morbidly imagining what would happen to us if we crashed (That would certainly put the cherry on top of this day) and wondering if a rectangular building we passed was a cruiser, or a sail boat. It had been an interesting day so far. And I thought it was over.
A little past Ellensburg we get pulled over by the cops. It all feels a little surreal as I see the officer approaching in the rear-view mirror. Apparently, her tail light was out. Also, She can't find her drivers license, so she give him her license number, and has to take her to his police car to get her picture taken. Mae and I, awake now, sit around and, only partially coherent, discuss how this was the cherry on our metaphorical bad-day ice cream sunday. At one point, Mae turns around and asks if the officer was hand cuffing her Aunt. We both decide that it is our imagination, and it is due to the dark and the flashing lights that we think that. Than the officer come back over, and informs us that her license had been suspended, so she was under arrest. Also, that we had to get out of the car and stand twenty feet away from it while it was searched. So, for the second time that day we find our selves standing on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere, only this time we're too cold and trying to huddle together because we're still dressed for boiling 80 degree weather. We're also trying to keep hold of the dog without a leash. And we have no idea what is going to happen next if her Auntie is arrested. We were still over a hundred miles away from Seattle.
          So we stand there, and laugh. And decide that if this is the cherry, it is a nuclear cherry, and how can we not laugh at the absurdity of our day? Who was going to believe this? It sounded like a sitcom.
          After ages, The officer calls us back over and says we can sit in the car again. Where it is warm. We oblige. After yet longer of nobody telling us ANYTHING and waiting in the car why god knows what is going on, and playing the country game (Think of a country that starts with the last letter of the previous one), we are told to get all our crap gathered up and get out. The car was being impounded. Mae and I squeeze into the back of the cop car, along with our stuff, Mae's Auntie, and the rather large dog. And Cop car seats are really uncomfortable. Made entirely out of hard plastic. Apparently, The cop had let Mae's Auntie off easy because it would have been a lot of trouble calling child protective services for Mae and I, and than someplace for the dog. We were driven to the nearest town, I don't know what it was called, and dropped of at Burger king. This is at about one in the morning, so Mae and I have gone a little bit nutty. we order a large strawberry milkshake because, and I quote, "At the rate we're going, we could get struck by lightning at any second. Let's indulge" and wait for Mae's Auntie's friend to come drive us the rest of the way to Seattle.
           We eventually get home (By which I mean Mae's house) and crash at 3:49 am. I skipped school today.

So, to all my friends who have no Idea why I wasn't at school, that's why. Murphy's law was out to get Mae and me.
I still think it's kind of funny.

Bet on it?!?

2007-10-05T04:41:27Z

Occasionally in this world one comes across something that makes you wonder about the direction our culture is taking. Often times these things are disturbing, but highly funny. Sometimes these things are adored by millions of tweenage girls across the country. If that's the case, it's either Tomagatchi or "High School Musical "
And if you picked Tomagatchi, you're wrong.
I've never seen "High School Musical" Or "High school Musical 2" But I've heard enough to know that if you said something at all unkind about either of those high-school glorifying movies around any group of tweenage girls, you would be attacked, and left in an ditch along an abandoned road. Probably with "We're all in this together" still ringing in your ears.
Now, I was talking with a very good friend today (Who's little sister happens to be obsessed with High School Musical, and is often unwillingly bombarded with the aforementioned movies), and through the course of conversation, that movie came up. She than gave me the link to one of the more disturbing videos I have seen.
Feel the terror I felt, see the horror I saw.
Laugh as I laughed.
Hysterically, and with strange choking noises.
But, really, there is nothing I can say to make that any more terrifying, or entertaining.
He sort of... Undulates.

And to the tweenage population of America- Why?

HTML rant

2007-08-26T21:52:37Z

Whoever decides such things as HTML tags, and formatting should be cleaved in half.
They've gone about and changed most of the HTML I knew, and replaced it with a weird CSS hybrid HTML language. I suppose it's my fault for not keeping current, and suddenly having a whole shit-load of new stuff to learn, but it's like learning a whole new language.
I realize that they've changed it for the most efficiency in webpage designing, but that doesn't mean it isn't damned irritating to have to learn it all over again.
Rant end

That stereotype meme, and political incorrectness

2007-02-19T08:16:23Z

Here's the Meme, for anyone not familier with it.

"I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm an ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, so I MUST not have morals.
I'm a REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm a DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm ERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST hate those who don't wear Hollister.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.
I'm A DANCER, so I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I WEAR SKIRTS A LOT, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN, so I MUST have a big dick.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm ALWAYS SMILING AND LAUGHING, so I MUST have a great life.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR DIFFERENT COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATRE & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be sleeping with them.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I HAVE BIG BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I MUST be a Nazi.
I HANG OUT WITH GAYS, so I MUST be GAY TOO.
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be stupid.
I'm HAWAIIAN, so I MUST be lazy.
I'm a STONER, so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be prude.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly or crazy.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love fried chicken.
I'm BI, so I MUST think every girl I see is hot.
I'm ASIAN so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a HOOKER, so I MUST have crabs.
I've got RED HAIR, so i MUST be Irish.

Bold it."

This stereotype meme seems to be circulating around quite nicely, so I will now give my (probably inane) commentary on it. Why? Because I MUST be an ATTENTION SLUT!
First of all, it amused me. Clear and simple. I like making stereotype jokes. Like, the Irish drink a lot, or blonds are stupid. Ask me, I have a million blond jokes. I will also happily make jokes about all those into theatre being gay.
Honestly? I know a lot of blonds who aren't stupid (And have great blond jokes, by the way. Have you ever noticed that?), I AM (Partly) Irish, and into theatre. (Now I sound like one of those politicians who stand around and talk about how many BLACK friends they have, or how many GAY poeple they know so they can get in good with that group of voters). So, those are my thoughts. I don't want to be PC all the time. PC is boring, and when played to the extreme it's more insulting then what's being censered.

Secondly, I've never heard of anyone who believed about half of those. A bunch just didn't make sense. If you wear skirts a lot, you must be a slut? What? That doesn't make sense. I have a good friend who wears skirts on a regular basis, and could, by no stretch of the imagination, be called a slut.
Or the "I'm RUSSIAN so I MUST be COOL, and that's how RUSSIANS ROLL." Once again, what? The need for the phrase WTF on the internet becomes more and more abundantly clear every day. I guess one might consider the Russians cool, but, on a meme that had the phrase "I'm GERMAN so I MUST be a NAZI," I'm suprised there wasn't one that said "I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be a COMMUNIST."
Or, and this one amused me, "I'm POLISH so I MUST wear my socks with sandels." I honestly thought that was a Seattlite thing. I guess the Polish and us Seattlites have more in commen then we thought. Maybe we should perpetuate a sandle wearing scandle?
How about the ones about dying ones hair, and dressing unusually for attention? Well, actually, you probably are. When you put any thought at all into your clothing and appearance, you're caring about what other people think of you, and going for people to notice you. I can only think of one other reason, and that's a rather convaluted mental one. Does anyone really wish to contest that? It's commen sense.
Here's one, they had one strereotype that was "I'm a GUY, so I MUST want to get in your PANTS." I'm suprised there wasn't an "I'm a GIRL so I MUST want to get into your MIND" one. That would have been funny.
The rest? Well, those are good for a laugh on there own. Most of them are plenty humourous without my interfearence. In fact, almost all of them were. I just felt like doing it anyway.
Now, I apologise for this late night post, and beg your forgiveness if I have offended you (Only not really, because I think all the people I know on this are smart enough to know that I'm not mocking them, nor trying to insult a race or lifestyle chioce. Unless you deserve it, in which case I am mocking you.) I also, and more importantly, apologise for any spelling errers, or sloppy grammer, which is something I so abhor, but I should really go to bed.
Good night everyone