Steady Girl

While driving down the highway with the Austinite via Hawaii, Casey, he commented on the bad driver in front of us. "You have to watch out for the migrant Mexicans; they're the worst drivers." Hmm.

ME: How do you know they are migrants?
CASEY: Because all the migrants drive beater cars.
ME: [in my head: are all beater cars therefore driven by migrants?] How do you know the person is Mexican? We can only see the back of their head.
CASEY: Because it's Texas.

Rather than slap him upside the head, I needed this little reminder not to stereotype this state. It only takes one example to create a stereotype, it takes 100 to break a stereotype. If I keep assuming things, I'll miss out on learning something new or meeting new people.

That being said, let's get down to the stereotypes...
I saw a guy wearing shorts and cowboy boots today. There are people who run along the river path in the morning, in cowboy boots. Construction workers wear cowboy boots, and I wonder if they are steel-toed. Must get boots to fit in with the natives.

It's a pleasant thing that I rarely see women wearing makeup here, and dressing-up is what I think of as dressed-down. However, if it is cold outside or a man wishes to get dressier, they wear sports coats. Not coats/fleeces/hoodies, they wear old school curodoroy jackets or navy blue blazers, or even jackets with elbow patches. This is over the pearl snap shirts and with blue jeans, even with sweatpants. It's oddly formal, like a postcard of a bygone era.