I mean, if you want a more serious version... (Excuse any typos, I am inebriated and depending on the spellcheck gods to save me.)
People care way too much about what their neighbour thinks of them. Jerry the white misogynist asshole who chain smokes and watches racist cartoons from the 40's and 50's doesn't generally give a shit about Eddie, the black guy who lives four blocks away. He may dislike Eddie, he may hate Eddie, all because of a few stereotypes he learned growing up, but Jerry is not actually hurting Eddie. Jerry is an asshole to be sure, but unless Jerry is voting to enslave Eddie, or Jerry is attempting to murder Eddie, then Jerry is harmless.
There will be people who think fucking shitty things of you all the time just because of whatever group you may belong to. I'm an atheist so some people think I'm a soulless devil fucker. I have a mental disorder so some people think I'm just a bad day away from mass school shooting sprees, or that I can't formulate proper fuckin' opinions of my own cuz' my brain's wired a little different than theirs is. And you know what?
The koolaid drinking fucktards over here are never gonna change their mind 'bout me or the beliefs I have or the feelings I posses. They will always think pretty shitty things of me because of the stereotypes attached to my name, to which the unmistakable ichor which drips from their serpentine words, will always be, "that atheist."
And you know what?
Their existence doesn't stop me from living my own fucking life, irrelevant of whatever stereotypes are attached to me.
Pretty sure "all black people are dirty bike thieves" didn't stop Morgan Freeman from kicking ass in box office several times over. Or Samuel Jackson. Or
all of these people while we are at it.
Fairly sure "black people are the inferior race" didn't stop
captain fucking fantastic there from whooping an entire hateful regime's ideological ass.
"Haha women are weak"
well fuck you too pal.
"Womens can't handle adventure they should stay in the kitchen" sure didn't fuckin' stop
this kickass chick from taking names.
Stereotypes are fuckin' funny jokes. Some of them have hints of truth, sure. But if one applies to you, it's only as true as you allow it to be in your own head. If some asshole thinks you can't do something because you have a dick, or a vagina, or you're white, or you're black, don't fucking whine about it. Don't validate their shit. Just fucking prove them wrong by powering on and kicking ass at stuff. That's the difference between a decent person and a hero: Heroes don't fucking quit just because some asshole labelled them as a weakling, or a thief, or inferior, or whatever. Heroes keep pushing on until they succeed. They aren't perfect people. Sometimes, they don't actually succeed, sometimes they fail, terribly, and die, but they
never quit trying.
So a stereotype is really only as real as you make it your own damn mind.
And I wish people quit empowering it by whining about its existence. The more they cry, the stronger it gets.
And that's drunk Brovo wisdom, barely maintaining a filter. Off I go to watch some Netflix. Hope that was fun to read.