Well, I don’t know if you’ve seen the ads produced by the Australian tourism bureau that run overseas, but they do depict Australia as have kangaroos and koalas walking around everywhere. Just about every cutesy stereotype there is, right down to “shrimp on the barbie” makes an appearance.
In the spirit of fighting ignorance, I’ll share one that was only debunked for me a few months ago: Black people don’t get suntans. I believed it until a friend showed me his tan lines.
It’s not my fault. There aren’t many black people in Kentucky.
Mayo
I’m a Mormon homeschooler. Where should I start?
Talented, handsome, brilliant, well-endowed men are always conceited.
Oooh… and Jews have horns. Thought everybody knew that.
While many of the stereotypes about single guys pushing 40 who are still close to their parents are cruel and demeaning, I have to admit that none of them are all that ridiculous. Most are, if anything, frighteningly realistic.
But no one does the lab techs, alas. 
(Except management of course. From the rear.)
JohnT writes:
> . . . the ones I’ve been to over the past decade have been increasingly media-
> driven, bookless bores . . .
You go to different cons than the sort that I or RealityChuck go to. Cons like Dragoncon and Comicon are not considered to be “really” science fiction cons, but just marketing scams by media producers. Yeah, we’re being arbitrary, but there’s a lot of science fiction fans for whom professionally-run cons (which are always about media science fiction) aren’t really cons at all. There’s little overlap between the fans who go to fan-organized, written-science-fiction-oriented cons (where there’s very little costuming and usually an older crowd) and the ones who go to professionally-run, movie/TV/comic-oriented cons.
I was desperately in love with a lab tech once. She dumped me for a fucking dental student. Helloooo???
See that’s the problem. In state government, the hiring process (believe it or not) is set up to be as impartial as possible. I’ve sat in in three or four interviews. Believe me, I’d LOVE to hire a ‘minority’. A few women in the office would go a LONG way in reducing the mysogynistic atmosphere of the group of male, primarily ex-military foks I work with.
But with that imparital selection process, the only qualified people we get are white males. We have an extreme shortage of spaces for qualified applicants and MUST hire the most suitable person. And the last three times it’s been SWM.
Even many locals understand the inherent wrongness of professional hockey in Georgia.
I’m very fortunate to belong to an ethnic group about whom there are no stereotypes.
Nah, we’re just self-absorbed, pretentious and effete. 
I died of consumption when I was 20.
Thats absurd!
Everyone knows Billy-Bob lost the 4th tooth in a that nascar accident last month
People seem to assume that all Australians talk like Steve Irwin, drink unholy quantities of alcohol, and wear hats with corks on the brim.
I sound more English than anything else (Fun fact: The more alcohol I drink, the more I sound like a BBC World Service newsreader!), I don’t get drunk (I have to drive to work, y’know), and whilst I do own and wear an Akubra, it doesn’t have corks on the brim. In fact, I’ve never seen an actual hat with corks hanging off the brim that wasn’t intended purely as a tourist novelty.
As for Kangaroos and Koalas- in some rural places, there are heaps of them and they ARE everywhere, but as a general rule, not so much. I have seen them in one or two of the outer suburbs of Brisbane on occasions (only at night-time), though.
Funny story- after a hunting trip a while back, me and the other guys were sitting outside on the verandah having a few drinks and playing poker (The guns were unloaded and had the bolts taken out, of course!), when there’s this awful rustling, scrabbling sound from a nearby Eucalyptus tree, and a Koala falls out of it, landing on the ground with a rather comical THUMP noise, before picking himself up, looking at us for a moment, then happily wandering back into the stand of trees.
I have to say Kangaroo meat isn’t my favourite meat- It’s very lean, but it is quite gamey, and Kangaroos… OK, I’ll say it. They smell awful when they’re cut open. It is the singular most horrible smell I’ve ever encountered, and it goes beyong nauseating, to “almost throwing up unless you have a lot of willpower and a strong constitution”.
Camel is nice, though!
ballet dancers are all stuck-up rich bitches.
We also have sticks up our asses. We don’t know how to have fun or be loose. We don’t laugh at rude jokes. We only listen to classical music or, occasionally, some new-agey sort of stuff. But never, say, punk rock. We all speak french in everyday life. We probably have overbearing mothers. The only dance we do is ballet. Ballerinas don’t take hip-hop or tap or jazz or swing or tango classes. We might be able to do ballet stylized in one of those directions, and can be taught fairly quickly to loosen up and salsa or something, but it’s not something that would ever occur to us on our own. Also, if we can incorporate it into ballet, everyone will be amazed becuase nobody’s ever thought about making ballet cool before.
Catholic school girls… well, we don’t do drugs or smoke. And we talk about Jesus a lot. and we’re suppressed virgins who turn into total whores once we’ve lost our virginity. We have overbearing daddies. And we call them “daddy.” Our fathers probably wear suits to work. If we kill our classmates, it’s either premeditated or we go to a lot of trouble to cover it up (unlike the public school kids who will fly into a rage and kill their classmates with a bunch of witnesses around.) We use big words. We either play piano or we sing in the church choir. We don’t sweat or fart.
Seconded.
Also: That atheists are : Satanic, secretly Christian, united/organized, Communist, or some combination thereof.
That English people all love tea. I don’t like tea. I don’t even like coffee. The whole concept of hot drinks just confuses me.
Are you sure these are stereotypes? I’ve never heard any of this.
I work & live on one of the suburbs of Canberra. Most mornings there are 3 or 4 kangaroos feeding on the front lawn of the office building. The damn things are a pest around here.