If I was dressed differently, I wouldnt of gotton in as much trouble!

Some people think that your treated differently because of the way you dress, and they are RIGHT! I got pulled over, and the cop was picking on me bad, and asking me if i was a hippie or gothic, (blacks my fav color) I was so pissed. And I have dressed very churchy for like an interview, and got pulled over, and nothing, but when I was dressed in my normal clothes, I had to get out of my car and everything! STerEO TypiNg COPS! Fuck em.

 

Cops type on stereos?

 

Life is but a stage,
and the clothes are but our costumes.

~Shakes Beer~

 

You are just figuring this out?

People judge, people stereotype...that's our society.

Since I've cut my dreads out, I don't get followed around stores anymore...it's great

 

I agree with you. I'm treated quite differently in public depending upon the way I'm dressed. When I'm wearing a pair of jeans or capris and a baby tee, I get treated like a child, a teenager. I get glared at, yes, literally glared at with shakes of heads, when my children call me mommy. All because I look young, and goodness forbid, I don't dress like an old biddy. Sad really. But hey, such is life. People that judge you upon how you're dressed aren't worth the aggravation.

Just like today for example. I was out to lunch with my children and my grandmother. There was a woman, I'm guessing in her 60's, with bright pink streaks through her sporty looking hair, super dramatic make-up, and wearing clothes that my grandmother considered ridiculously young for her age.

I was sitting there cutting my twins' pancakes, and my grandmother hisses across the table "Look over there! Look at that woman! Oh my God! Do you see her hair? Look what she's wearing! I mean, let's face it, she's not a kid! And that makeup! What is she thinking? Doesn't she have a mirror in her house?!" I discreetly glanced over at her, but honestly, I wasn't the slightest bit affected by this woman's look. To me, I thought, hey, so what, she's expressing herself, and why is it that just because she's a certain age, she suddenly has to bring out the pleated front pants and dowdy blouses, and wear her hair in the universal old lady curly short cut. I say, more power to that woman! You go!

But I simply shook my head at my conversative grandmother, smirking, keeping my mouth shut. After all, I love her, she's in her mid 70's, set in her ways, and she was paying for lunch.

 

I know that everyone stereotypes others, it just pisses me off that you get pulled over and your dressed a different way because thats what you like, he makes me get out of the car.

Its more of venting than realizing. And yeah, I get followed around walmart all the time, and I NEVER STEAL! it pisses me off too!

 

You can dress like a stereotype without being one.

And if people try to treat you like the type of person they initially think you are just by your appearance, don't let it get to you.

That's the way society has taught people to think.

Just show them the alternative and be yourself and act accordingly.

 

i don't get much hell for how i dress, though admittedly, i dress pretty average. but i didn't always. i'll probably be just like that old lady at the restaurant. i like being noticed when i feel like it. i guess that the reason i "get away with it" is that i'm pretty and very direct. people have a hard time putting you down when you're smiling right into their eyes.

 

Smoke some pot and drink their blood.

That'll show 'em.

 

KC's always looking hot.

 

you're just trying to get into my bra. if you just ask, i can loan it to you.

 

Thanks. It's strictly a comfort thing. :H

 

i think you'd fit in my panties, too. i hear they smell nice.

 

wow, we never followed dready people at the store I worked at
got too many of them
the one manager followed black kids though :tongue:

 

It's a date!

 

WOOHOO!!! i think i've literally been hitting on you since before you were legal. i should be ashamed. but i'm not.

 

Where I live, there aren't many dreadies...so of course you have the ignorant factor.

 

you know, there was a mom i met at the dress rehearsal for kai's dance show. her little girl, raven, is in the class after my daughter's. she's a sweet baby, good with my daughter, precious, spoiled, precocious, and good to my baby. the mom? total goth chick. fire engine red hair, tattoos, poorly applied makeup (my only trouble, she's too pretty for it), leather, piercings, all the show. totally nice woman. her husband's a sweetie, too. the other soccer mom types, with whom i get along fairly well, were aghast. i never saw why. i'm trying to get my friend's cousin to do my hair the same color (which i had last fall and no one blinked) with orange and yellow highlights. i love it. i don't see the problem.

but you know something? this woman would probably have a HUGE problem with my other friends, the very kind hearted and accepting redneck style farmington folk. my urban professional buddies were a tad uncomfortable with my dready friends who head up the local medical marijuana league. those friends would have trouble with my soccer mom friends. go figure. i like people, none of my friends like each other.

 

I got pulled over once by a cop for 'walking too fast'. Someone reported me who thought I looked suspicious. I know I look a little crazy but not that crazy.

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were you herky jerky and twitchy? i freak people out when i'm nervous. i guess i look like i'm tweaking.