Stereotyping is fun.
When you go to a wedding, you know before walking in the door that the DJ is going to have a goatee. It's science. I saw an entire episode of Bill Nye about it.
Or when you see a girl driving a Chevy Cavalier - there is a 100% chance she smokes. It is actually part of the lease agreement.
Without stereotyping, how would sitcoms survive? How would I know who the mysterious rebel was if they weren't wearing a leather jacket? Or who the nerd was if they didn't have suspenders and glasses? Or who the dreamy guy was if there wasn't a chorus of "oooooooooh!" every time he came on stage.
But what stereotypes do people have for me? I want to know what people's snap reaction is to me when I walk into a room. After the swooning, that is.
Do they look at my beard and assume I can cut down trees with the single swing of my giant axe? Or assume I have a blue ox?
Do they look at my giant nose and assume I'm actually a small wooden doll that was brought to life by an old toy maker?
Do they hear my deep, gravelly voice and assume I'm Batman?
Well, the stereotype had to start somewhere.