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Despite all, my brain remains stereotype-locked.
I was in a hospital waiting room for most of yesterday while Papaw had a test done, and there was a woman there with her daughter. They didn't look alike - they were different ethnicities and had no facial features in common - but she called the girl her daughter, and they, you know, acted like mother and daughter. I thought, "I guess she's adopted?"
The mother at one point, in conversation with someone else in the room, told a story about "my daughter's mommy." My initial thought: "they hang out with her biological mother, I guess?"
My brain did work its way to the correct conclusion before the woman's wife returned from whatever tests she was there for, but I'm clearly going to be sent back to Homosexual Agenda Brainwashing Camp for another go-around.
Related anecdote: My high school calculus teacher once, for some reason, told the "I can't operate on this boy; he's my son!" story to a girl and asked her to explain it. She considered the problem for several seconds before saying in surprise, "You mean he's gay?"
The mother at one point, in conversation with someone else in the room, told a story about "my daughter's mommy." My initial thought: "they hang out with her biological mother, I guess?"
My brain did work its way to the correct conclusion before the woman's wife returned from whatever tests she was there for, but I'm clearly going to be sent back to Homosexual Agenda Brainwashing Camp for another go-around.
Related anecdote: My high school calculus teacher once, for some reason, told the "I can't operate on this boy; he's my son!" story to a girl and asked her to explain it. She considered the problem for several seconds before saying in surprise, "You mean he's gay?"