I am a stereotype (and I like it!)

In the midst of my afternoon activities, I realized that I was a walking Stuff White People Like post. Despite the fact that I have a love/hate relationship with that website, I figured that there was no better way to describe my afternoon than to make this post a SWPL link-fest.

(First of all, let's take note of the fact that this post directly follows a post that is nothing but a happy picture of Wrigley Field.)

This afternoon, I decided that I should go grocery shopping for a few things so that I could make dinner. Feeling in a good-environmentalist mood, I chose to walk to the store. Perhaps if I owned a Prius I might have driven. But alas, I don't. It's all right - the weather today is GORGEOUS and I knew my body would appreciate the exercise. In my attempts to be good about recycling and the like, I rolled up a canvas tote and shoved it in my purse so that I wouldn't have to worry about plastic bags. I turned on my ipod, listening to a variety of choral/classical music, and wandered my way to the store, pondering a number of things, including the possibility of reopening the PhD question. Once there, I picked up a few things, though I must admit that I chose "regular" grapes over organic ones, because the organic ones were SO DARN EXPENSIVE. On my way home, I wandered into my favorite local coffee shop for a latte, which I enjoyed, along with my music, as I meandered back home.

And just in case you were worried that I wasn't quite the stereotype that I claim to be, I will assure you that not only do I prefer Barack Obama as a presidential candidate, but some of you will certainly read this post via Facebook, since all of my blog posts are imported there. And my husband is an Ultimate Frisbee player.

Perhaps claiming myself a stereotype falls into the category of trendy irony, I don't know.

The lesson in all of this, as I see it, is that no matter how many stereotypes I might embody, given my various demographics, there are also a whole lot of things that make me me. And just because I like things and do things that have become stereotypes, it doesn't mean that I like them simply because it's trendy to like them. I am who I am and I like what I like, and if that makes me a stereotype...well, then I'm proud to be one!