Continuing the stereotype theme from this post, I’d like to move on to the women. Actually, I’d like to move on, around and under most women.
Well… Except the fat ones, and the old ones, and the ugly ones… And definitely not any combination thereof… Like the fat, old, ugly ones. Unless I was really, really, really drunk. Or if there were some special circumstances, like it was Tuesday, or any day that ended in a “y” for that matter…
But I digress… For the purposes of this post when …

Some people collect stamps or rare coins, while others collect folk art or blown glass…
Me… I collect stereotypes.
My hobby is the accumulation of generalizations, opinions and stereotypical views along gender lines, racial profiles and religious beliefs. Like most Americans… I hear them, process them and I repeat them, in an attempt to garner more acceptance and respect amongst my peers.
Ironic isn’t it?
Anyway… The one thing I’ve learned in the course of my hobby is… Most stereotypes have at their core, a kernel of truth. Granted they are overly exaggerated …