I'd like to hear what the source was for everyone else about their ideas and stigmas about different groups and minorities. Everyone has had stereotypes taught to them, and they may not have turned out racist or ___phobic, but they have had that influence put in their head in some way or another.
This interest came from a quote from another thread about an article called "Don't like gays? Get over it" (or something similar)
How was it taught to you, to categorize people?
For me, I remember the look of disgust and contempt on my dad's face as he reacted to things like a statistic of a high crime rate among black people, or a flamboyantly gay guy.
The other thing that comes to mind is being on the playground and all of the guys insulting each other by belittling each other's manliness, or when they would do a "gay imitation" with lisps and everyone would laugh, indicating that gays deserved ridicule.
Luckily, my mum was a much better influence and taught me that everyone was the same, and deserved equality.
It seems some stereotypes still haven't found me yet, cause I will hear about one now and then still, but luckily, I'm old enough to call "poppycock!"
This interest came from a quote from another thread about an article called "Don't like gays? Get over it" (or something similar)
Wherever you're reading this right now, I want you to reflect quietly on your childhood when you accepted anyone who came at you with a warm smile.
Remember when you didn't break folks up by race, gender or sexual orientation?
Now, think about why you developed all the prejudices you have toward any group of people. Did they come from family? Friends? The media? The church? A book?
How was it taught to you, to categorize people?
For me, I remember the look of disgust and contempt on my dad's face as he reacted to things like a statistic of a high crime rate among black people, or a flamboyantly gay guy.
The other thing that comes to mind is being on the playground and all of the guys insulting each other by belittling each other's manliness, or when they would do a "gay imitation" with lisps and everyone would laugh, indicating that gays deserved ridicule.
Luckily, my mum was a much better influence and taught me that everyone was the same, and deserved equality.
It seems some stereotypes still haven't found me yet, cause I will hear about one now and then still, but luckily, I'm old enough to call "poppycock!"



