Abstract
Stereotypes are interesting if somewhat
deceiving. We have them for practically
every group that inhabits this
world of ours. For example, picture Miss
Quigly, the local librarian. Chances are
you knew she was a fiftyish spinster
with a #2 pencil poking out of her tight
little topknot even before you laid eyes
on her. The local biker club is naturally
made up of long haired guys with
leather jackets and tattoos of "Mom" on
their muscular biceps. But pity we, the
poor birdwatchers. For our stereotype is
just as misleading.