Comments on: Hello, my name is…Freak Magnet Magee http://siddityinthecity.com/2004/09/01/hello-my-name-isfreak-magnet-magee/ Like Mr. Furious with a really nice handbag. Fri, 21 Nov 2008 21:56:50 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2 By: callalillies http://siddityinthecity.com/2004/09/01/hello-my-name-isfreak-magnet-magee/#comment-24 callalillies Fri, 03 Sep 2004 16:54:00 +0000 http://siddityinthecity.com/2004/09/01/hello-my-name-isfreak-magnet-magee/#comment-24 Sid, be bold. Ask the jerks who drive you around and insist on disrespecting you, "Do you have such conversations with all those you drive about?" Throw them off guard. Then tell them that you're doing a survey on how limo drivers respect (or disrespect) blacks/whites/asians and so on. See what the buggers have to say then, once you put a little shit up THEIR asses. See how spicy they become. Throw a little ivy league at them. You can't be kind to idiots, unfortunately. I've learned to treat people EXACTLY like they treat me. Sid, be bold. Ask the jerks who drive you around and insist on disrespecting you, “Do you have such conversations with all those you drive about?” Throw them off guard. Then tell them that you’re doing a survey on how limo drivers respect (or disrespect) blacks/whites/asians and so on. See what the buggers have to say then, once you put a little shit up THEIR asses. See how spicy they become. Throw a little ivy league at them. You can’t be kind to idiots, unfortunately. I’ve learned to treat people EXACTLY like they treat me.

]]> By: Saffron http://siddityinthecity.com/2004/09/01/hello-my-name-isfreak-magnet-magee/#comment-23 Saffron Tue, 31 Aug 2004 23:44:00 +0000 http://siddityinthecity.com/2004/09/01/hello-my-name-isfreak-magnet-magee/#comment-23 Goodness what a day full of weirdos. Sometimes I wonder if I am the insane one when I have days like yours. I hear you re: the brown/black woman syndrome. It is so funny... sometimes I just decide to walk instead of catching a cab because 9 time out of 10 I will be asked if I am indian, african, lebanese, egyptian, pakistani, south american, mauritian... sometimes i tell them the truth ( sri lankan), sometimes i lie to deal with the agony ... sometimes i tell them i was born in iceland and have lived here since i was young. its the only way sometimes. why is it such an issue. the funniest time was when i was walking to the taxi rank and the driver actuially got out of the car walked over to the passenger side and asked me if i was an indian actress ( if only i looked that gorgeous), but i just laughed and decided to walk cause i knew where this ride was heading. ive been asked to date their sons and also for my number. its hectic. if only my boyfriend thought the same. sigh! Goodness what a day full of weirdos. Sometimes I wonder if I am the insane one when I have days like yours.

I hear you re: the brown/black woman syndrome. It is so funny… sometimes I just decide to walk instead of catching a cab because 9 time out of 10 I will be asked if I am indian, african, lebanese, egyptian, pakistani, south american, mauritian… sometimes i tell them the truth ( sri lankan), sometimes i lie to deal with the agony … sometimes i tell them i was born in iceland and have lived here since i was young. its the only way sometimes. why is it such an issue. the funniest time was when i was walking to the taxi rank and the driver actuially got out of the car walked over to the passenger side and asked me if i was an indian actress ( if only i looked that gorgeous), but i just laughed and decided to walk cause i knew where this ride was heading. ive been asked to date their sons and also for my number. its hectic. if only my boyfriend thought the same. sigh!

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