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Originally Posted by applegirl
I'll answer that by asking you a related question first.
Since you were in high school not too long ago-
How does it make YOU feel when you read about another school shooting? Or when you get looked at in a drugstore because darn it, you look young-ish, and - how dare you- you're in the makeup aisle, looking at makeup! (must be a shoplifter, right?)
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You're right, you're absolutely right. When I read about another school shooting, I know that Dr. Phil is going to run his mouth about how teenagers are unstable and the media is going to point fingers at my rock music, and all that good stuff. I just think "Come on!!! Teens are people, and people can be good or bad. It doesn't matter what age!"
Man, and when they get on the music, the movies, the video games, I just have to wonder what they're tyring to accomplish. If a person goes into a school and starts shooting, chances are that they were just wrong in the head and the music, etc. wouldn't have made a difference anyway. If a person can't distinguish reality from fantasy, only then should you worry about what they hear or watch on TV.
I just about split my side when you mentioned the drug store situation because it happens to me all the time. When I'm out, I wear a long, dark brown jacket (it goes about to my knees,) just because I like the coverage it gives and I'm always cold. Besides that, it has deep pockets that I just love because I don't like carrying purses and I have a cell phone, a wallet, a lighter and two packs of cigarettes to lug around. Ah, I love my jacket...
Plus, there's the way I look. I am young-ish looking and on any given (casual) day, I'm more than likely wearing some flare jeans with a hole in the knee and super-cool patches on them, my steel toe work boots, darker toned eye makeup (not omg so gothy, just shades of gray rather than bright, feminine tones) and my previously mentioned long jacket. But hey, at least I don't have wild hair and black lipstick. My hair is a dark brown and is always tied up in a respectable bun (it's incredibly bushy, that's the only way I can keep it under control unless I hairspray the crap out of it) and I never need to wear lipstick, just eye makeup.
I guess that translates to the staff as "SHOPLIFTER!"
Sometimes it gets so frustrating that I have to turn to the person following me and tell them "I'm not stealing, okay?!"
On a couple of occasions, the staff was surprised that I didn't make the security system beep on the way out and they just search me anyway because I must have stolen something!
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My guess, as a wannabe clown- is that the best anyone can do is defy stereotypes, be positive, and not take it too personally...
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Stop calling yourself a wannabe, you're so not.