Sometimes I think people mistake simple facts about themselves as meaning they are really fascinating and unique people.
When I’m walking down the street with my Yankees jacket, aviator sunglasses, and big mop of hair, I know that no one thinks this Puerto Rican girl is listening to Warren Zevon, even though I am.
But I don’t think that makes me interesting, I just think it makes other people prejudice. Not in that “oh you’re being racist and oppressive way.” But prejudice in the literal sense, as in pre-judging. You know, in that way that makes it possible to enjoy the comedy of Jay Leno.