Five Phrases
"The last thing I want to do is go to Mexico" - Uttered by one of my homebody friends.
"I went to those Chinks in the mall and they rubbed me out real good." - One of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. I heard this playing video game hockey with an acquaintance from Detroit. (I apologize for the insensitivity.)
"I'd rather die than stay here with Emily!" - My girlfriend's 10 year old daughter exclaimed after getting into an argument with another girl over nothing.
"I used to love drugs!" - said by an older man who is established and prosperous around town.
"Should you go on, you'll surely be disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken." - I read this sentence in The Dark Tower, book 7 of Stephen King's series of the same name. This stood out to me because I have never before had an author break the fourth wall to tell me his ending would suck if I continued. I continued, it sucked...
Prejudice & Demand
The Cognitive Dissonance of an Ethnocentric Consumer
"The last thing I want to do is go to Mexico" - Uttered by one of my homebody friends.
"I went to those Chinks in the mall and they rubbed me out real good." - One of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. I heard this playing video game hockey with an acquaintance from Detroit. (I apologize for the insensitivity.)
"I'd rather die than stay here with Emily!" - My girlfriend's 10 year old daughter exclaimed after getting into an argument with another girl over nothing.
"I used to love drugs!" - said by an older man who is established and prosperous around town.
"Should you go on, you'll surely be disappointed, perhaps even heartbroken." - I read this sentence in The Dark Tower, book 7 of Stephen King's series of the same name. This stood out to me because I have never before had an author break the fourth wall to tell me his ending would suck if I continued. I continued, it sucked...
Prejudice & Demand
The Cognitive Dissonance of an Ethnocentric Consumer
by
Ryan Shields
EXT. One of the local malls in Detroit. A place where consumerism juxtaposes the poverty of the surrounding neighborhoods.
Mitch enters the mall through a large automatic door. He is wearing a light green jacket composited of many fibers. He walks among the food court patrons and notices Panda Express. He notices the people working there, specifically their ethnicity.
Mitch
"...Chinks seem to have it figured out," he says under his breath.
The man that appears to be the manager of the restaurant smiles as he adds sauce to a customer's rice. Mitch continues walking through the food court fixated on the man. Mitch turns his head to face the direction he is walking. The frame centers on Mitch's face as he walks.
Mitch
(Muttering)
"Chinks are either Samurai or restaurant owners, not a bad niche in the world" Mitch generalizes out loud.
He then beholds a kiosk in the center of the mall. Two Asian people, a man and a woman, surrounded by 4 massage chairs, fill Mitch's gaze.
"I ain't never been touched by no chinjap," Mitch caught himself say louder than intended.
A young black woman in close proximity scorns at Mitch and his comment. He looks at her:
"What? Have you?" he asks her.
She exhales incredulously and rolls her eyes as she walks away.
"Some people are just stupid," Mitch says under his breath as he moves to approach the woman at the desk of the massage parlor.
Mitch observes that the man is already giving a massage and considers this the best time to book his own. He shifts into a pseudo-machoism.
"Scuse me, Honey. How much fer' a rub out?" He blurts obliviously.
The woman stares at Mitch, her eyes seeming almost concerned.
"Sir, we are certified massage therapists, or I am a masseuse as I prefer to call it. We do not satisfy sexual urges..." the woman responded with the tonality of mechanical customer service.
"Oh," said Mitch embarrassed.
He puts his head down and begins to walk away.
The scene jump cuts to later that evening.
Mitch is playing video game hockey with a few guys on his club, Swamp Donkey.
He initiates conversation"
"I went to those Chinks in the mall and they rubbed me out real good," Mitch declares.
Mitch observes that the man is already giving a massage and considers this the best time to book his own. He shifts into a pseudo-machoism.
"Scuse me, Honey. How much fer' a rub out?" He blurts obliviously.
The woman stares at Mitch, her eyes seeming almost concerned.
"Sir, we are certified massage therapists, or I am a masseuse as I prefer to call it. We do not satisfy sexual urges..." the woman responded with the tonality of mechanical customer service.
"Oh," said Mitch embarrassed.
He puts his head down and begins to walk away.
The scene jump cuts to later that evening.
Mitch is playing video game hockey with a few guys on his club, Swamp Donkey.
He initiates conversation"
"I went to those Chinks in the mall and they rubbed me out real good," Mitch declares.
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