I live in an apartment complex almost entirely populated by Mexicans. I often hear some of them blasting mariachi music from their cars at an extremely loud volume. I don’t know if it’s different people, or the same guy with the monster car stereo each time. But every time I hear it, I start cracking up because it’s so stereotypical. Well, I guess it’s not even stereotypical, per se, because the music is undeniably Mexican. But it’s kind of surreal, like I’m living in a cartoon where Mexicans wear sombreros, shake maracas and play mariachi music everywhere they go.
I didn’t mean to be offensive in my original post. I guess it would have been funny if any women in her twenties didn’t know who Bill Gates was. (And for the record she was a born Canadian)
But what was really funny/ironic was that these girls were great at picking out famous people that came into the club. I mean they made there living off the big spenders and here you have a girl that couldn’t recognize the worlds richest man.
Perhaps an example of how she didn’t fit the stereotype?
My Dad is a Japanese tourist. So’s all his family. Dad wears loudly clashing clothes, a flat-brimmed net-backed baseball cap, and carries either binoculars or a camera. All my family was born in Canada, but Dad acts as though he doesn’t speak English when he’s on vacation.
It’s not deliberate. I don’t get it.
When I saw Jurassic Park in the theater, a friend of mine happened to be there as well. We both work in IT (for different departments), and as we walked out, I asked him if the character of Nedry, the stereotypically geeky computer guy who stole the dinosaur embryos, reminded him of anyone.
He looked at me and said: “You’re thinking of XXXXX, right?”, naming an IT guy who works in another department. I said, “You got it in one”, because this guy resembles Nedry to the last detail…