A young ventriloquist was doing a show in Newport.  With his dummy on his knee, he started going through his usual dumb blonde jokes, when a blonde in the second row stood on her chair and started shouting.

“I’ve heard enough of your stupid blond jokes,” she screamed.  “What makes you think you can stereotype women in that way?  What does the color of a person’s hair have to do with her worth as a human being?