Plastic slipcovers on your grandmother's couch for thirty years, drinking wine out of old jelly jars, a picture of the Pope in between pictures of Sinatra and The Virgin Mary---in the kitchen, at least one uncle who never got married and lived at home until he inherited the house, then turned around and sold it to pay gambling debts, and at least one aunt who never wore anything but a muumuu. But you know me, I don't like to stereotype .

However, being a proud Italian-American myself, I admit that sometimes the stereotypes are true. EVERY stereotype has at least a little truth to it, no matter who you are or where you come from. Sorry, liberals .