I spent part of this past weekend visiting an old college friend who just took a job in Chicago. He found an apartment on the far North Side of the city, in Rogers Park. It is one of Chicago's more diverse neighborhoods. It is also overly tolerant, tolerant of any social aberration that should stroll on in. Lucky for him he's single and childless, because it's a shitty place to raise a family.
My friend and I walked to a corner store to pick up some beer and on the way in we saw two young women, probably in their mid 20's, leaving together. They were holding hands, so it was pretty obvious they were lesbos. We bought our beer and headed back to the apartment. After wading through crowds of bums asking for change and a couple of our beers we finally arrived back. After a while, our conversation came back to the lesbians we saw at the store. Apparently a thought popped into my friend's head. "Why does it seem like every woman I see with maroon hair is a dyke?" he asked. One of the women had that purplish-red type hair color, by the way. I just shrugged.
When I got back home on yesterday morning, my wife and I brought the kids with us to the mall. My boy was asleep in the stroller and my daughter was on the merry-go-round when I saw two young female college students with bags from Hot Topic in their hands. One of the girls had spiked hair and those thick style black frames for her glasses, and her companion, of course, had this same purplish-red hair. The merry-go-round is near the exit, and as I saw them walk out the door, "Spikey" put her arm around "Big Purple-Red." My wife saw it too, as there wasn't much else to look at besides our daughter yelling out to us each time she came around again. I then told her about what my friend said the day before. She looked at me, pondered for a second, and wondered if he was on to something.