I'm very angry and it's taking a great deal of energy right now to remember not all customers are the same, and some of you reading this are perfectly confident, intelligent men.
Ok, I feel better. Moving on....
I'm not here to ask any questions, I just want to confront you guys here face-to-face. If the shoe fits, reply.
To help you out, let me give you a virtual tour of my looks and a typical sit down with me:
Physically: Petite with curves, look around 20 yrs old, definitely ethnic (look Brazilian, Latina, or people just can't guess), best feature is the face. Get told "You should be on TV or in movies"..."Do you model"
Chit Chat: For some reason they ALWAYS ask what I do during the day, or what else "do I do." I say the truth because I'm a bad liar.
Me: "I go to school"
Him: "Oh yea? Where?"
Me: "UT" (very respected school around here)
Then: "Really" (in disbelief or surprise) "What's your major?"
Me: "Astronomy" (annoyed cuz I know it's coming)
Them: "Really" (more disbelief, and more interrogation)
I let you interrogate and you shut your mouth when you see I can't be lying. At which point you are UNCOMFORTABLE. Your frustration is visible (because you were dead wrong about your assumptions about me), and I could swear I get the very dinstinct feeling that some of you guys felt beneath me a little bit.
And YES, this affects my money with you.
But it doesn't stop there!!!
If you ask why I'm still working on my bachelor's at my age (29), or how is it that I know so much about the military, I tell you the truth: I joined the Army after high school; 5 year enlistment, 2 years contracting. You AUTOMATICALLY thought I was married to a soldier, was a child of a soldier, or must have been in the reserves. NO, I was active, and you don't want to believe I went to Iraq.
Again.... I don't fit into your stereotype, I went to war, I'm in a good university, I'm not a coke-head, I don't party (I'm a SLAVE on campus, I study 24/7), I don't have any kids (NO, not even at 29), I'm not married, I'm not an extras girl.
You get uncomfortable. Maybe you didn't finish college, don't have the guts to go to Iraq, couldn't stay child-free as long as I have, and perhaps admire me a little too much to get DIRTY with me.
I'm not knocking anybody here. Understand my frustration as a hispanic female in a frowned-upon occupation. You want to believe the worst of me, and when you see I don't fit in, it blows your fucking mind. I get so angry because you don't want to believe me. I want to break the stereotype. And when you inquire about my birthplace, I proudly say what the fuck I came from.
YES, I was born in Mexico. Guess what???? I have papers. I'm not illegal. And my english is pretty good isn't it? Surprising, I know.
The stereotype hurts, but what burns me the most is when you call me a liar.




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