Dude, based on absolutely personal experience only, Italians, in general, are kind of clowns, but at least NYC "Italians" or Italian-Americans are the worst fucking jokers on the planet. There is no difference between them and rednecks from Alabama and Mississippi except the gun budget is a fucking marinara/meatball/MY MAMA COOKIN budget. Everything is a fucking sacrifice. "My brother worked for ConEd for 20 years, used to put his pants on every morning with the sweat of his brow!" Worst nationalist bullshit here. My last name used to be Nieborek before it was fucked at immigration, I am a German-American, but I don't say I'm anything other than American, especially since my grandparents were born here and their parents came over when they were like 13 and spoke German.
I talked to this dentist one time who wanted to date and I met her and she was like, "I'm Italian."
"Oh, cool, so you were born and grew up in Roma, Napoli, Milano?"
"Nah, Fairmont...."
"So, your parents are immigrants...."
"Nah, from Pittsburgh."
"Grandparents?"
"Jersey"
"So your last name is just Murano?"
"Yes."
"Yo, honestly, you're as much Nissan as Italian."
We never hung out again.
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I won't let you debase the kind rodents in that manner.
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I'm not kidding, either, her name might have been Marano or Merano, but you get the point. Her first name was Rachel. I said, well, on names, you're as much Semite as Italian. She didn't get the joke.