I live in a lovely Cotswold village in an area immortalised by M C Beaton in the Agatha Raisin novels. If you’ve never read any of the novels, they do give a very tongue-in-cheek picture of Cotswold village life, which at times is frighteningly accurate. However, I digress.
As a villager, I make jam, I sing in the choir, I help out in a local shop, I go to village events and I’ve even joined the WI. You could call me a stereotype, embracing stereotypical village life.
Wiki says a Stereotype is ‘a thought that may be adopted about specific types of individuals or certain ways of doing things, but that belief may or may not accurately reflect reality.’ It sounds negative, doesn’t it?
The danger of stereotyping is that you close down opportunities to discover more about a person or a way of life. You stop yourself from experiencing something to it’s full.