You know those spam emails you often receive that transfer you to a series of websites? I was sent one of those, it didn’t say “You have won x amount of money” so I took that as a sign that this one was legit. Turns out this was a survey and my lack of entertainment on the first morning of the holidays urged me to fill it out.
“Describe yourself in 3 words” hmmm… After a few minutes of contemplation. I reached a conclusion: I couldn’t do it. This cinch request got me thinking… 3 words to sum me up. I’ve never been a fan of summaries especially when they involve sporangia and gametophyte’s, but that’s a topic for an incredibly sleep driving biology lesson.
Instead I turned to those around me in aid of this task. For many their answers were simple ranging for compassionate to pitiless, then I realised what I had asked of them. To stereotype.
The problem with stereotypes? They label people. We see a heavily edited poster of a terrorist and shudder in fear. Yet he may have a family. Isn’t that an indication that he is capable of affection? Surely he isn’t that terrifying if his offspring still exist. Take a saint or ‘good Samaritan’, someone who is supposedly the ideal example of a humanitarian, who probably has a vault full of cash, lives in a mansion and hasn’t gone a day without food. Not to evade their admirable work but I swear that I saw him bypass the lethargic handicapped kid on the street. What I just did was a contradiction of a stereotype, but a stereotype nonetheless and equally as prejudiced as the original judgement. Stereotypes don’t work because no person is the exact depiction of a definition.
I am a South African, I wish I was French, my heritage traces back to India with a lot of Arab influence. I have family in Europe thus plenty of interaction with their cultures and habits. So then can I say I’m South African even if we are the Rainbow Nation, nevertheless stating ‘South African’ on a form is way easier and less time consuming than regurgitating the above. What I’m trying to prove is that we don’t have to be a cardboard cut out of a specific stereotype just because society deems it appropriate.
Perhaps my presence is irrelevant to many people, but confining me to 3 words is an insult to my very persona. I don’t have the charity of Oprah or the ethics of Mandela, the achievements or versatility of Jonny Depp or the plastic surgery of Micheal Jackson, hell my bank account is probably pocket change to the Kardashians but surely I deserve the right to be recognised by more than mere adjectives.
We are wealths of wonder. Our eyes, an ocean of secrets, mystery, enchantment. Our minds, cultivating grounds for inventions which will someday be compared to that of Bell, J.K Rowling, Steve Jobs, Henry Ford, Cleopatra, James Taylor or Maradona. There lies within me a constellation of wonderment phenomena. Why insult me to an illicit label. My worth will not be undermined. I will not be restricted within the concrete walls of a petty description. You wouldn’t allow it either. If that’s the case then why are we the greatest perpetrators of stereotypes?
Why did I put this upon myself. I am an entire being, why should I limit myself and surrender to just 3 words, I don’t think 10 or even 100 words could contain me. I contemplate whether the entire mass of the dictionary is capable of characterizing me. Be absurd. Be free. Be unlimited. Be you. Whoever that is.
After sending a seriously strongly worded email to the creators of the previously mentioned survey, you’d be pleased to know that they have altered that particular question…to “5 words” :|. In this case some people really can be summed up into one word: dimwitted.
Your ineffable ebullient wallflower [ha! 3 words! I did it!]
Quixotic Novelist