So all this talk of 'stereotypes' in English class makes me think if this one story that happened on Halloween. I realized I haven't talked about it before so I am going to, now.
This year, for Halloween, me and my friends went trick-or-treating. None of us cared about what it actually meant. We just wanted the candy.
The people who we came across were very interesting. Most of them didn't know what trick-or-treating was. Only the two indian families we saw knew the real meaning of it.
Some people say that stereotyping different nationalities is racist and mean. I would agree with it at some point, but what we saw that night was an exception.
I remember that at one point we came across a floor that smelled like rice and fish. The smell was coming from an apartment with an Asian name on it. As the door opened, we could smell the rice an the Chinese food even more. And, of course, the people who inhabited the apartment were also very stereotypical. Their shoes were outside the door and inside the house they were wearing white socks. Sorry, but that is so Asian....
Next, we came across an Arab family. The door was opened by a scary looking man in a long.... How do you call that?
The Russian family was not there, but their dog was. As soon as we rang the door bell, the dog jumped on the door and started barking like a wild animal.
The Turkish men was listening to this annoying Turkish music.
But that wasn't it!
The funniest and the most stereotypical ones were, of course, the indians! An old woman in a green sari, a nose piercing and a red dot on her forehead, opened the door. Their apartment smelled of spices and this indian perfume thing that gives me a headache. I think the women was confused, so she called her husband. The men had a beer belly and a tank top on. He was very smelly and sweaty. I think he had a mustache too, but I do not remember. After a while the whole family was standing in front of us and we were just like 'Candy...?'
We saw many other stereotypical families that night, but I do not remember all of them.
That was a very interesting experience for all of us... Looking back at it is very funny.
This year, for Halloween, me and my friends went trick-or-treating. None of us cared about what it actually meant. We just wanted the candy.
The people who we came across were very interesting. Most of them didn't know what trick-or-treating was. Only the two indian families we saw knew the real meaning of it.
Some people say that stereotyping different nationalities is racist and mean. I would agree with it at some point, but what we saw that night was an exception.
I remember that at one point we came across a floor that smelled like rice and fish. The smell was coming from an apartment with an Asian name on it. As the door opened, we could smell the rice an the Chinese food even more. And, of course, the people who inhabited the apartment were also very stereotypical. Their shoes were outside the door and inside the house they were wearing white socks. Sorry, but that is so Asian....
Next, we came across an Arab family. The door was opened by a scary looking man in a long.... How do you call that?
The Russian family was not there, but their dog was. As soon as we rang the door bell, the dog jumped on the door and started barking like a wild animal.
The Turkish men was listening to this annoying Turkish music.
But that wasn't it!
The funniest and the most stereotypical ones were, of course, the indians! An old woman in a green sari, a nose piercing and a red dot on her forehead, opened the door. Their apartment smelled of spices and this indian perfume thing that gives me a headache. I think the women was confused, so she called her husband. The men had a beer belly and a tank top on. He was very smelly and sweaty. I think he had a mustache too, but I do not remember. After a while the whole family was standing in front of us and we were just like 'Candy...?'
We saw many other stereotypical families that night, but I do not remember all of them.
That was a very interesting experience for all of us... Looking back at it is very funny.
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