This is a section that I call Artibtrary Stereotypes.

Sanctimonious, fear-based Catholic Midwesterners who live in homes with 13 garden gnomes, a duck-shaped postbox, a "bless this mess" welcome mat, Thomas Kinkaid paintings in their bathrooms with extra-large toilets with handlebars on the walls because the stretch-pants wearing, cheesecake-eating, Oprah-watching, Bible-thumping woman that lives there with her even fatter husband doesn't have the strength to lift her 400 pound frame off the john by herself because she's been on the Atkins diet and doesn't have any ready-use energy on hand, but the handlebar is rickety because the man of the house has to lean on it all the time because he gets winded taking a dump, but luckily they can afford to repair it because the state pays them welfare since being overweight is considered a disease these days.

15-year-old, female, grossly overweight pagans who wear indian beads, dream catchers and crystals on strings over their black "wolf-in-the-snow-in-the-forest-at-night" t-shirts without any understanding or belief of the cultures they're dealing with, with their boxes of vampire-themed tarot cards stacked in tow with their art books of smarmy fairy paintings, who try to cast their "magick" spells on people who are more popular and attractive than they are, and spending their evenings constructing mental universes where they aren't hideously disgusting on the outside AND inside, living in their upper-middle class, suburban Californian gated communities.

Birkenstock-wearing, pot-smoking, anarchists in Abercrombie & Fitch clothing in high school who believe that shitting on paper and using the word "man" after every sentence constitute as intellectual literary analysis, trying their best to sound intelligent with their proclamations that beat poetry isn't dead and that it's very different from getting high next to a typewriter, while at the same time hoping to someday become filmmakers within the corrupt capitalist system of Hollywood by making skater films with their homogenous skater friends showing them doing the same goddamn unimpressive move fifteen times in a row, frequently interrupted by glowing neon text that informs everyone that it's time for the cast to get a cheeseburger, followed by clips of horrific accidents involving them injuring their testicles on ramps.