I see a woman about my age running the adoptions at my local Petsmart. She has LA Guns tats all over her fingers and arms. I always cringe. They had a shelf-life of, what? 10 months? I also knew a guy in high school who had the Dangerous Toys album cover inked all over his back. I saw him at a pool party years later and only recognized him because of the tattoo. I asked if he was still a fan. He blushed, ashamed. It was awkward.
Burned her niece on the carpet? I live under a big enough rock not to have a clue either. Edit: DOH. Burned her knees on the carpet. :-/
I don't know, maybe I'm just getting to be a crabby old man. I was raised in a culture where I was conditioned to think that everyone who wasn't my gender and color were somehow inferior to me. I flatter myself that over time I've come to realize this is not the case. I used to think stuff like that was funny. I don't anymore, and I guess I've made an effort to to stop thinking in those patterns. If that makes me "slow" then so be it.