I am honored that my milk story inspired this thread. I am happy that it is here because I was starting to believe that people were completely self-unaware and honestly believed that they only communicated wit the “inner spirit” in all interpersonal communications.
For the record, that story wasn’t exactly about my personal bias. It was just about how someone else could judge another based on their own experiences. If I was on that date and the woman was fine enough, I would just have assumed that she ordered milk because she knew that Santa Clause was going to be coming down the chimney that night. If she wasn’t so fine, then I could certainly see the problem and the Dairy Queen would be closing early for me too.
My personal bias is accents. My taste in accents follows pretty standard thought. Newscaster English is always welcome. Southern accents (which I used to have strongly) may be charming and funny but are not all that intelligent sounding. Minnesota accents and the like can sound goofy. None of those are a problem. However, Boston, Brooklyn, New Jersey, Baltimore, and Valley Girl California accents drive me up the wall. That isn’t just for romantic relationships, it is for all relationships. I simply cannot take it and consider the speakers to be less than full-fledged humans.
Before I was married, I noticed a petite, blonde hostess a place that I often went too. She was absolutely gorgeous and dressed in nothing but the best. It hung quite well. One day I decided to go talk to her with no purpose in mind and she had a line of people that she was going to seat. I walked up fairly close and she opened her mouth and out came: “RIGHT DISS WAYY OVA HEAYA”. I walked away absolutley shocked and felt quite dirty.