Casual sexism?

I'm under no illusions about my favourite genre of television. I love a mystery, but I don't really believe that if I was suddenly found dead in suspicious circumstances, a team of astonishingly attractive young people would turn up and stop at nothing to solve the case, working through the night to analyse every scrap of dirt and hair in the house to identify my killer. However, I was watching Numb3rs the other day (are the Boy Wonder and I the only ones who pronounce it 'Num-three-errs'? I'm always vaguely surprised that the inter programme announcers don't say it that way!), which was the story of a primary school teacher who had been shot dead whilst attempting to collect a ransom for a kidnapping. After the post mortem, when they were still trying to identify the body, the only regular female on the case for the FBI said something along the lines of 'Well, her breasts were real, but thank God her nose wasn't the one God gave her or I'd be really depressed right now'. I have never heard any of the men in the show saying anything comparable - in fact they are all so caught up in their work that they rarely stray into personal feelings outside of the prescribed 'home' and 'university' scenes where feelings are played out. I just wonder at the assumption that a woman would not only exhibit jealousy at any woman she considers more attractive than herself, regardless of whether she is actually alive or not, but that she would express it so casually, despite the fact that the woman was only shot that morning and they still didn't even know who she was! This is the kind of thing which takes up so much room in my head - I am frequently annoyed by the suggestion, mostly made in adverts, that women cannot function without chocolate, celebrity gossip, uneccesarilty expensive shoes and opportunities to share details with their bowel habits with one another over a cosy lunch. As someone who has come to hate shopping in all its forms, doesn't like ice-cream or cake, and has only a few female friends, I wonder whether I am genuinely an aberration, whether I have just never noticed that most other women do fit this stereotype, or whether we are just supposed to believe that they do because Sex in the City has told us that this is how women behave, and God knows, if you're a woman who hates Sex in the City it must be because you have no ovaries or a long term addiction to steroids worthy of the highest quality shot putter! Being able to see that another woman is attractive is considered out of the question - you must be either brimming with envy, or smugly enjoying your superior looks and pitying her for being so plain. Exhibiting no sign of jealousy is rarely considered a sign of evolved emotional development, rather as a sign that you are 'hiding it well', and every protesting word is considered to be further evidence that you are secretly burning up with an urge to scratch another woman's eyes out. So, instead of ranting to the poor Boy Wonder (who, incidentally finds himself unable to conform to stereotypes either, having as he does no interest in 'Nuts' magazine, cars or football) I shall now come here to vent my frustration at the world of lazy sterotypes. Like this.