Bashing Stereotypes

Over and over again during the Easter Holiday, I claimed that I was bashing stereotypes of Christians, because I could stand on a mountaintop and be closer to God in my heart, than someone who went to church three times on Resurrection Day.

So I started thinking about other stereotypes that I subscribed to... such as the fact that my extreme distaste for one certain Russian has coloured my view of all Russians. Don't get me wrong - I'm not a bigot. Well wait.. yes I am. That darn man I dated last summer... the one who was like peas and carrots? Based upon a sample of one, I held total disdain for all Russians.

Last month, I met yet another of Othello's long line of exs. She's a good gal and we are becoming fast friends. But we met for coffee. I got to Cicolet & Pain, "Chocolate and Bread" (What can be better?) first and sat at a patio table. Across the deck was the familiar "over-madeup" look of an otherwise gorgeous Ukrainian woman. Instantly I hated her. Then I spilled my coffee right in my lap, because God knows that I respond best to "instant karma". This woman ran over with a handful of napkins, and blotted my coat and pants until I was some semblance of dry.

You know what? I am a total a$$ for hating all Russians for the transgressions of one. And so I continue to bash stereotypes of Christians, by being what I wish all of us were (more accepting like Jesus... )... and now I do it without the 2x4 sticking out of my eye.