I suppose we all have stereotypes and as long as they are not harmful I suppose they do not matter.
I grew up in a small town in the Soviet Union, and as a child in school, I had never met a black person. Then a family from Kenya moved to our street and their daughter came to our school. We were all very curious about her at first. We asked her silly childish questions — Did her people wear animal skins? wasn’t she afraid to go outside in her country for fear of lions and crocodiles?
So yes: We had our stereotypes.
Our mothers would make us packed lunches when were were going to school. Ama, the African girl always had strange food and sometimes I swapped lunches with her because she also found our food to be very interesting.
But very soon we all began to realise that she was not so exotic. She was just like us and soon she was just another member of our little gang of kids hanging around town on our bicycles.
Her parents still live in my home town and when I go home for visits I sometimes see them. Her father told me that when they had first moved to Russia, they had pretended to be communists. They had assumed that all Russians were fanatical communists; but then they found out that this was a stereotype too.
I find that when someone holds some stereotype about your race or your nationality; it is better to just get to know them a little through talking.
Getting all upset about it does nobody any good.