I actively try to disarm stereotypes and to work against the mold built to generalize people so I surprised myself today when I fit into a cookie cutter of a stereotype almost exactly. I went to the Dancing Beans coffee house (for the first time) on my break from work with a book to read. I was dressed rather nice because I was at work and it is close to laundry day. So there I am, an anarchist reading a political theory book at a coffee shop while sharply dressed all in black. All I needed was a long cigarette and someone to discuss Bakunin with and I would have been set.
I will think about my wardrobe and where I will be going more carefully tomorrow.
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