Blonde jokes are the PC version of the so called ‘polack’ jokes.
Growing up in an Italian, Irish, Polish, Roman Catholic neighborhood we were quick to skewer the other guys descendancy. No one got offended, just worked hard to get off a better one.
Being a blonde Brit, I took my share of slams. Before a company luncheon, my husband warned me about a co-worker who hated English people. Sure enough, seated at the table, as I was speaking to someone, she remarked in a loud Southern drawl; “Oh, English people make it sound like they know everything”
I looked her square in the eyes and said; “WE DO”. Most of the people kinda smirked and winked at me.
Yeh I remember an Italian smear joke went like this. Why is Italian bread so long? So the guineas can dip it into the sewer.
Say you have a Roman like nose. It’s roaming all over your face.
One time on Abbott and Costello show the bald landlord Mr Fields was having a spaghetti dinner and while sprinkling parmesan on the meatballs he exclaimed. ‘this cheese puts hair on your chest’. Then Lou Costello grabs a handful and smears it on top of his head. Lol. Forever etched into the memories.