Stereotypes rule our lives, especially if you live in America. In America we're forced fed stereotypical occurrences repeatedly. This is usually via the NBA, NASCAR, graduate-level math classes, college in general, the PGA tour, Idaho, John McCain, rallies etc...
One of the most classic engines of Stereotype is the Super Mario Game Series.
Starting with the main character, Super Mario. He's a fat, Italian plumber. How many of those do you know? And how many are named Mario with a brother named Luigi skinny enough to snake pipes with his own damn body? NOBODY! It's just fiction that is very very possible, especially if you live in Queens.
The second generalization about the world in that game is very real though. Every time I ate a
mushroom I felt like I doubled in size instantly, and started killing really big turtles... If it was the right species of fungus.
WTF?
But, if Domino's gets my pizza topping right for a change, you bet your arse I'm huge, turtles fly, and gold coins float around for my grabbing... Only thing missing is the police.
I just love that the guys who drew up this game got rich instead of going to a really extensive rehab. I don't know which was better for them. The former probably was an economic stimulus for my city, Detroit; but, we won't go there. I just wish there was a disclaimer on the cover of this game because I ate a feather and jumped off a short building and just fell. I cannot find Bowser, I thought I saw him at the zoo but it was just my friends dad that is fat and emo. I have trouble finding dinosaurs to be my Yoshi, and I really have struggled finding a fat guy who would wear the same outfit as me, just red! Assume I'm skinny and played the part of Luigi.
Where are the black dudes in this drug flick? (that was my question, I'm just loquacious and shit)
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