Why do cold-blooded murderers like Dexter or Joe Goldberg get entire expoxposés of their “complicated” inner-lives while the “stoner” is placed in a rigid character box? The movie or TV stoner will typically live in his (usually male) mother’s basement with no ambitions other than travelling to Amsterdam, accidentally receiving a shipment of the world’s best ganja, or meeting Snoop Dog. Why is this the case? And what implications does this stereotype have? Let’s dig in.
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