Two words that caught my ear when I was five or six years old were stereotype and Styrofoam. While I didn’t understand the meaning to either, I was bent on trying my damnest to fit one or both words into my vocabulary via a sentence.
During a church social one afternoon I, at long last, found an opportunity to say Styrofoam in a sentence, and actually make it sound like I knew what I was talking about. However, the Greek god of language, Mnemosyne got me all confused.
“Can I have some Kool-aid in a stereotype cup?” I asked Mom.