There's a great scene in season four of Mad Men when Dr. Faye Miller tells a recently divorced Don Draper off. After resisting his sexual advances, she tells him, “You'll be married again in a year.” Don is dumbfounded and asks, "What?" To which she responds, “I always forget, nobody wants to think they're a type.” (She goes on to sleep him later because he is Don Draper. That doesn't even need a "spoiler alert.")
It's true, no one likes to think of themselves as fulfilling a stereotype. It sucks to think we might fit into a nice little one-dimensional box, that we're predictable or a "basic bitch." But we are. No matter how hard we might try to be ourselves, to express our human individuality, to separate ourselves from the pack. From a certain perspective, we are just like a million other people living on the planet. And a billion who have lived and died before us. (If it makes you feel any better, from another perspective, you are as unique as a snowflake!)
A wise man told us don't argue with fools, because people from a distance can't tell who is who. And what greater distance than across the anonymity-making Internet. Spend enough time online, and it starts to seem like everyone responding to you might be one of maybe three or four varieties of robot designed specifically to annoy you in a slightly different way. Identifiable sorts of personalities that we become all too familiar with. Here's 14 Types of Rap Fans You Meet On The Internet.