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Unformatted text preview: So the other day I was eating watermelon-wrapped fried chicken while smoking crack out of my basketball and cashing my welfare check when it struck me: I really love hearing new stereotypes. Not that I don't enjoy limiting my life to a handful of actions devoid of nuance and variation to validate bigots, it's just gotten a little tired. Truth be told, it has to be just as tired for the bigots themselves. Seriously, if you still laugh at jokes about my mom liking Kool-Aid or those Asians that Ajay holds a dear place in his heart for being bad drivers, that laughter has to be as strained as that of a Bill Maher fan. And it has nothing to do with insensitivity or adapting to modern notions; it has to do with recognizing lame when you hear it. If you tell me a joke that starts "What do you call a black guy..." you might as well put on a derby, elbow my mom in the ribs and say "look at the gams on that dish." So in the spirit of "out with the old, in with the new", here's a list of the only eight groups that matter,...
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This note was uploaded on 04/11/2010 for the course EMAE 172 taught by Professor Jimdrake during the Spring '09 term at Case Western.

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