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I'm not a stereotype!

"Oh, that one over there seems dark; should be a Madrasi."

"Look, these Nigerian apes are here too! Thugs they are..,"

"Don't cry like a girl, boys aren't meant to cry!"

"Why is he in the kitchen? He isn't supposed to do the chores!"




You might have noticed what is common in these statements. You're right. Stereotypes.



Stereotypes can be a part of daily life, no matter who you are. It can affect how you share ideas, communicate and think about yourself. From a classroom to a delegate meeting, stereotypes can be everywhere!


Sometimes, people consciously or indirectly label another person through prejudice. Judging another person without knowing them personally.

Labeling is absolutely unacceptable. Every person is diverse and unique in their own way.

Racism isn't new to us.

Branding a person regardless of their character can reflect how you perceive people and your racism. Even if we don't mean it, we often end up passing or approving a racist comment.

What I think is that stereotyping a person or ethnicity is unethical.


Does more melanin mean more hatred? I don't think so.


Another atrocity is the lack of freedom of emotional expression in the male gender. In every open-minded and practical organization, an expressive individual who speaks his mind is valued much more. That's where the inevitable question pops up - How will the employee be assertive and speak his mind to a client when he does not know how to express his emotions clearly?

Now, we all know that fad that has been doing the rounds for a more than a year- feminism.

I do agree with its ideology- to introduce and support equality of all the genders.

But, what I think is that feminism has been wrongly termed - why does the root of the word refer to just one of the genders while it speaks of gender equality? Makes sense?

This issue is faced not only by the adult males involved in the workforce, but also by children. A crying boy is often made to feel embarrassed for expressing negative emotions by pointing out and comparing with female counterparts and told that crying is a feminine emotion and is something that does not go hand-in-hand with 'masculinity'. Men are emotionally silenced.

Coming to the female gender, why is pink always considered a feminine colour or even worse, a girl's favourite colour? Being a girl doesn't mean one has to like pink.

In a video shot in 2011, a then-toddler four-year-old Riley says, "Some girls like trucks and some boys like dolls..."

She is right.

Why restrict a girl's choices to what the society deems 'feminine' and not what the child prefers. Come on, seriously?

I think toxic masculinity is when a boy is humiliated for making a choice what is considered a 'female' choice.



What do you think about stereotypes? Let me know your experience and views on it down below!


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