The more I thought about it, the worse I felt about myself. I should dive into racism, even if it was ironic. Perhaps, I wanted to change something a bit more odd than just the perception of arbitrary dictated subgroups of people. Sure, it could be fun to change everyone’s – or presumptuous people, mostly – way of seeing stuff, especially without changing reality itself. Movies would all seem so much more progressists now, with such things as asian characters being nerds if a new stereotype made them believed to be hunks, athletes and himbos.
Nah. I put my pen on the page.
"Men are commonly thought to love anal stimulation. It is widely believed that it should be considered a treat for them, whatever their sexual orientation is."
Another idea occurred to me. I focused on the book and asked to see stereotypes related to libido and sexual desire. I changed the first two sentences that appeared, mostly sure that it wouldn’t impact life and people’s sexual appetite in the slightest.
"It is largely believed and accepted as a fact that women think about sex every seven seconds."
"Men are thought to have a much lower sex drive than women, and only think of sex every hour or so."
Although the ink settled in the book, nothing seemed to change around me. This was logical, as nothing should change, except perceptions. I stretched and went to the kitchen to grab a can of soda. As I crossed the living room, I stopped on my tracks. On the billboard across from my apartment, the car advertisement with a voluptuous young lady was replaced by an ad for a strip-club, with three hung hunks in lacy briefs posing for the camera. I was stun. Never had I thought of such a drastic consequence.
As I went to grab my soda, I suddenly worried about other side effects. Quickly, I returned to my desk, ready to acknowledge whatever other effect my words could have.