I got pregnant right after adopting.
I’m a college art student who drinks. I wear an old army jacket that I got at Goodwill, a ratty pair of Chucks, and a small t-shirt of an obscure band. I hang out at coffee shops and make sarcastic comments from the back of the class.
On the other hand, I’m technically a biological illustration major, so I take a lot of science classes and I maintain my grades enough to keep my full scholarship. I also volunteer at a hospital and have never stolen any pills or anything.
I’m a gay artist who listens to classical music (including opera) and show tunes. Love Barbra. Love Marilyn. Love Bette (Davis). Love Judy. I play the violin and sing and grow orchids. I have two cats. I seem to have an innate ability to know what looks good, and what doesn’t. I’m totally indifferent to sports.
On the other hand, I don’t like Bette (Midler) or Madonna or Liza, and don’t care for many recent musicals. I rarely drink. I’m a libertarian who almost always votes Democratic. I’m in a long-term monogamous relationship. I don’t like anal sex. I hate doing housework. I’ve never named a cat “Butch” or “Spike.” I’m not thin or gorgeous or fabulously wealthy. And I will never, ever trim my eyebrows.
Substitute BC for California, hockey for baseball and strike out the bit about the hippie parents, and you’re me! In addition, I consider myself an environmentalist, drink way too much coffee (especially lattes) and have recently taken up yoga. When I was an undergrad, most people were stunned to find out I was studying Microbiology because they had me pegged as being somewhere in the Arts faculty, and I get much the same reaction now when people find out I’m working in biotech.
Mind you, I guess the hockey bit just fits into the Canadian stereotype. I also fit into the far too polite for my own good part of the Canadian stereotype, and as others have mentioned, I’ve been known to apologise to people who bump into me, usually simultaneously with them apologising to me.
English public schoolboy: love cricket, studied Latin, impractical, high IQ, no EQ
but: not homosexual, refused to join the Combined Cadet Force, an embarrassment to my father
Another English Public School boy here…
Perpetuate: Very defensive of personal space - if you want to hug me I need at least 14 days written notice to prepare myself.
Have a lot of “old fashioned” manners eg standing up when a a woman enters a room.
Talk like Boris Johnson (well maybe not exactly like Boris - but bloody close)
Fond of spotted dick.
Fond of horses and dogs.
Defy:
Actually fond of my children
Not gay.
Quite like the French - and can speak a living foreign language (as well as two completely dead ones).
Catholic
Hate rugby - love football
Never ever ever wear a rugby shirt with the collar turned up.
Hate wine bars - love pubs.
Neurotic white woman, checking in. Oscillate regularly between hanging floral watercolors, knitting socks, baking cakes, and polishing silver to screaming at the neighbors for making too much noise and tearing down flyers that bother me. I guess it’s all in the same spirit, really. I know how the world ought to be and dammit, I’m going to educate the rest of you.
Whoa! They let you post from prison, Martha? 
Reinforce: Skinny, eyeglass wearing computer/electronics geek who guzzles coffee by the quart. - and can’t play basketball or dance.
Reinforce: Typical male who likes guns, power tools and beer, and maintains a deathgrip on the TV remove.
Reinforce: Short tempered Italian from New Yawk.
Negate: Left of center New Yawka who likes country music.
I’m a dainty little girly girl. I shriek at the sight of a spider, dote on my kitty cats, and need help with car and math related things. I have long pretty fingernails and long hair; I wear makeup, pantyhose, dresses, and high heels more often than not. I like pink things, shiny things, and shiny pink things. However…
I fart when I want, where I want. In the library, the grocery store, at work, you name it. The kids say they stink too. 
I have turned into the stereotypical Texan:
I work in the “oil patch”
I carry a Gun (not at work!), and own several more.
I drive a large white Ford Pickup truck
I am a “big boy”
I was the local “Artsy-Fartsy guy” growing up, I worked for Pacifica Radio and listened to strange music and I worked in a small Television Studio for a living but the world caught up with me and I had to get a “real job” so here I am.
Unclviny
Ahh, another one for me: I’m Italian, and from a large, huggy family. I HATE being hugged or having my personal space invaded in any way. And just for the record, my personal space is roughly the diameter of an average ferris wheel.
Perpetuate:
I am a Bostonian who has been known to drive aggresively on occasion.
I am a married heterosexual guy who is completely unable to dress himself. If my wife and mother in law didn’t buy me clothes I’d probably be wearing stapled-together roadkill pelts.
I am an Irish American with several alcoholics in my family tree.
I am a beer nerd who will fix you with a glittering eye and tell you about the latest batch I brewed until you beg for mercy.
Another white guy inept at basketball.
I am a bird watcher who will attempt to identify distant birds while at the wheel of a moving car.
I am a father who thinks that his son is the bestest smartest cutest kid ever.
Defy:
I am a Bostonian who likes the Yankees, couldn’t care less about the Red Sox (although I do like the Patriots. Different sport, so sue me).
I am a married suburban American guy who doesn’t own a single power tool other than a small drill and can’t even change the oil on either of my cars. Most small household repairs are beyond me. I like to cook and am good at it. I don’t have the slightest interest in NASCAR, NBA basketball or any college sports.
Perpetuating: I’m a meat-eating, beer-drinking, deer-hunting, gun-toting redneck. I drive a pickup truck. I live in a log house in the middle of nowhere. I’m a member of a militia. I’m politically incorrect, despise liberals, and think the NRA is too moderate. “Don’t Tread On Me” is my motto.
Yet…
I’m a short, bald, clean-cut, spectacle-wearing, and geeky-looking electrical engineer. At work I’m a program manager on numerous Air Force contracts. I subscribe to Electronics Now, Nuts-n-Volts, and Circuit Cellar magazines. I’m shy, introverted, educated, and speak articulately. My wife is Asian, I jog daily, and I brush and floss my teeth after every meal.
Perpetuate:
- John Goodman/Teddy bear type. Big, burly, lumberjack looking dude who has no concept of just how intimidating he can be, because he wouldn’t hurt a fly without a damned good reason. Little concept of style or trendiness. Hits it off instantly with little kids because he’s basically a big kid anyway (as his Lego collection will attest). Gentle, loyal, nonconfrontational. Unfailingly chivalrous to ladies.
- Middle class white guy. Lives in the suburbs (well, in what passes as suburbs out here), drives a station wagon, wears loafers without socks in the summer. Can’t dance. Complete klutz with sports. Takes his Barbie-obsessed daughter to karate lessons at the Y.
- Intellectual. Studied history and classics in college. Loaded with trivia and miscellaneous information on a variety of topics, none of which have the slightest thing to do with his job. An unrepentant punster. Can quote extensively from Monty Python, Douglas Adams, The Princess Bride, Lord of the Rings, and more.
Defy:
- I’m a sensitive guy who does needlepoint, gushes over chick flicks, adores showtunes, and sings patter baritone for a Gilbert and Sullivan Company. And I’m straight.
- I’m a southerner and a Christian who doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, won’t touch drugs, drives the speed limit, never has one-night stands, and thinks tattoos should be reserved for convicts, bikers and sailors. Worst of all, I tend to vote Republican. Yet I support gay rights, gun control, protecting the environment, and a host of other issues that people “of my kind” normally oppose.
- My wife and I are divorced. But we get along like best friends. I have no problems hanging out with her and her boyfriend on weekends. No disagreements whatsoever about division of assets or custody.
I’m awhite guy who can’t dance.
I’m also a chemistry major who love to drink whisky, shoot guns, have sex, and party. (Not all at the same time… yet)
Not sure where I’d fall, although I’m aware that people have pigeonholed me based on a few things:
Gregarious Texan, with a slight accent, married to the oil patch as both a recidivist entrepreneur and a geophysicist. While I’m both straight and spent many years of my life playing R & B, various forms of rock, jazz and reggae with a variety of bands, I am most assuredly an atheist conservative politically, reject liberalism in its modern form wholeheartedly, vote Republican enthusiastically, endorse gay marriage, and have a few close gay friends.
And, apparently, I still party while being one of the whip-drivers at work.
I have no idea what niche I might occupy, but, as noted, I’m aware that some folks have managed to squirrel me away into some preconceived stereotype. That’s part of what I dislike about modern liberalism.
I perpetuate the Dumb Polak stereotype a little bit, especially when I’ve had too much vodka, which means a LOT of vodka because I’m a big 'ol drunkard. I got a huge nose. Eat a lot of cabbage, too.
Ok, I forgot a few: I’m a New Yorker and don’t own a car. As a resident of Brooklyn, my ex-boyfriend’s name is Franky. It’s spelled like that on his birth certificate. I don’t subscribe to the notion that there is an “r” in the word “LaGuardia”. When we had a car, my husband and I kept a baseball bat in the trunk, although we don’t play any baseball. I’m not even sure why we did that.
Can I do a few on my husband’s behalf? He’s too good of an example. He’s an Asian guy who was once the proud owner of a tricked-out Nissan. It finally broke down after he got into too many car accidents with it. He’s got a big Asian tatoo on his back. Before we got together, he may have dressed up in a black suit and shades, walked into bars with his similarly-dressed boys and busted the places up. He looooooooves kareoke, takes it quite seriously. He’s short. He’s freakishly good with math. He’s a very hard worker who pulls 12-hour shifts in a restaurant. He swiches up his Rs and Ls.
Hmm… I’m thinking we might need to add English School Boy to the
sexual fantasies thread… 