Stereotypes irritate me. It's creepy. When I hear from a man born with a golden spoon in his ass (in a rich family) catchphrases like “living your life is not a waste of time,” I want to stun him with a blow to the head with a hoe. Dirty, rusty and cold. With burrs on the handle, and barely deep, but noticeable depressions in two places in which my grandfather held onto it in his middle years. On which only the cutting part was replaced and sharpened every season. When I hear from a man that at his forties he is more experienced in bed because he had forty virgins, I ask just one question in order to understand that his experience is not worth a damn. How many types of female orgasm are there? There are seventeen of them, for reference. And such things happen everywhere. Reassessment of personalities, values, norms and foundations. And we need to stop with this.