In my lifetime I have tried very hard to shake off a sheltered upbringing and embrace all different types of cultures and attitudes. I've made a great effort to separate the fact from fiction in stereotypes as well as to examine where my own prejudices (and their root causes) lie.
Overall, I think I've been pretty successful. I'll admit that I still do that horrible thing with the physically challenged where you act way too nice to show them that they don't creep you out, when, in fact, you're basically screaming that they do. Man, it must be so fucking annoying to have some goofy dipshit smiling like he just won the lottery while insisting that he hold open the door for you.
Anyway, yesterday on the motorcycle I discovered I still have one yet unvanquished prejudice. I've discovered that I hate the minority of handsome, well-coiffed, Hispanic homosexual men who ignore traffic conditions so that they can clap and scream along to Mariah Carey's "Someday," shaking their heads and not looking at the road at all while speeding and almost taking me out.
I'm working on it, but this one might be tough to get over.
