I Hate Stereotypes But Love Tyres.
Tyres know when they’re worn out. People? Not so much.
I hate stereotypes.
But love car tyres.
But people believe in them the way they believe in religion — blindly, loudly, and with the kind of conviction that makes you wonder if they were born with a manual.
Most stereotypes aren’t even true.
Just like religion — passed down from generation to generation, mostly unquestioned, frequently misused.
Take my father.
The other day, my father — while almost crashing into a vegetable vendor — casually remarked, “All women are terrible drivers.”
Typical man. Blaming women for everything they can’t themselves do.
I rolled my eyes and ran towards my mother to complain. “All men are liars.” She dismissed me and continued her gossiping.
Typical woman. They get more pleasure from gossiping than accepting reality.
I turned and found my elder brother staring at me. I told him how Dad and Mom had stereotyped each other.
“You’re stupid. Like all kids.”
He slapped me lightly on the head and told me to get lost.
Typical brother. Always finding new reasons to hate younger siblings.
In the evening, I met my friends and told them how my family breathes stereotypes like oxygen. They nodded and then told me their own version of family stereotypes. “ We need new parents with new religion. Fewer biases, new inheritance.”
Typical boys. Always dreaming of inheritance — even if it’s just emotional baggage.
But my parents, brother, and friends forgot something:
Women also like drama.
Men also are cheaters.
Brothers also are idiots.
Boys also are horny.
Typical people. Generalizing everything.
That’s why I say — I hate stereotypes.
But I love tyres.
Because tyres run on a simple principle:
The more you drive your car, the more they erode.
Eventually, they wear out and get replaced.
You don’t pass them down through generations like outdated stereotypes.
The other day, my tyre got punctured.
My father wanted to replace it instead of repairing it.
I looked at him and said, “We need a new religion, Dad. Not new tyres. Tyres can still be patched up. Religion… that thing’s outdated and full of stereotypes.”
He looked me in the eye and muttered,
“Typical atheist.”
Typical religious man. Labelling everyone who sees the world differently.
That’s why I hate stereotypes —
and love tyres.