A young ventriloquist is performing in a small-town club in Arkansas. With his dummy on his knee, he launches into his usual repertoire of "dumb blonde" jokes.
A blonde woman in the fourth row stands on her chair and shouts, "I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes! What makes you think you can stereotype women that way? What does hair color have to do with a person's worth? It's people like you who perpetuate discrimination against women—all in the name of humor—and prevent us from being respected and reaching our full potential."
The flustered ventriloquist begins to apologize, but the blonde interrupts, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little idiot on your knee."