Probably the one that gets to me personally the most is the one about women and shopping. I hate shopping. My idea of a successful shopping trip (usually after postponing it for as many months as possible) is to get in, get it, and get out. A good year is one in which I never go to a mall at all, Especially not in any of the months that are anywhere near Christmas, meaning approximately 10 out of 12.
Yet even my husband, who not only knows exactly how I feel about it but feels the same way himself, will occasionally let slip some kind of a wisecrack in reference to women or even in reference to me(!) that reflects that giddy, gleeful shop-till-you-drop stereotype.
Believe me, I remind him.
Plenty of stereotypes bother me a lot, but most of them don’t pertain to me; they’re about other races, other sexes, other professions, etc., than my own. This one just pushes one of my hot buttons.