On my near daily trip to the commissary I had an epiphany. I look around and see nearly every stereotype looking back at me. Now don't get me wrong, in general I hate stereotypes. I know it just takes a handful of a group to make the rest look bad.
In the parking lot, there's the Asian man trying desperately to back his car up without running down a pedestrian. After pulling out and in about half a dozen times, he finally makes it. By the look on his face he had just won an Olympic event.
There's the black female, yelling into her bluetooth while swiviling her head and waving her index finger around.
There are the teenage boys of all races with their pants down around their rear. (Because for some reason they believe, I really need to see their boxers with hearts all over them, like cupid has decorated their asses.)
Then there's me.
Stereotypes are alive and well, and I'm slowly turning into atleast one of them.
Now there are MANY stereotypes regarding Army wives. Most aren't very pleasant.
We have been labeled as bitchy, hateful, needy, desperate, mentally unstable and unable to control our children.
So....which category I fall into, is again dependant of your perception of me.
To see me walking through the commissary with my 3 children in tow, you may believe I fall into all categories.
By the time we get to the checkout line, I have threatened to beat my children within an inch of their lives atleat 3 times. I catch myself in a deep conversation with my coupons, and by the time its my turn at the register my hair is down and the look of desperation covers my face. Buying a gallon of milk has somehow turned into a hostage negotiation as we near the candy display. DROP THE M&M'S!, LEAVE THE SKITTLES ALONE! THOSE ARE NOT SAMPLES, WOULD YOU STOP IT!
Once we reach the register, the last stereotype is that of an apparent Angel. Its the Korean wife bagging groceries. Always soft spoken, seems to have her act together. She simply asks the children, in the nicest, softest voice...hewo dare, you be good for you momma today? You would think her voice had magic as the children stop with awe.
So I will say while most stereotypes are an incorrect representation of a population, some may have a basis of truth. While I may begin to fall into a couple of stereotypical behaviors, atleast I'm not needy? lol
Sunday, June 27, 2010
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