My father was Swedish and I was born and raised here so I guess that makes me:
-blonde (I was blonde as a kid, does that count?)
-blue-eyed (Sorry, hazel eyes)
-really tall (I'm 167 cm so no?)
-polite (actually I am)
-private (this too. I've had to train myself to not freeze when being hugged)
-damn socialist (well, I prefer it to capitalism so I guess yes...)
-nudist (so not me. Unless I'm at at home with the blinds drawn, then I prance around in my undies =P)
-sexy (the only people who've told me that I am have been lecherous old(er) men, drunkards and, oddly enough, lesbians trying to get into my pants. Oh and my friends but they don't count.)
-arrogant (I've got too low self-esteem for that, but yeah we're arrogant)
My mother on the other hand was Irish so then I'm also:
-drunkard (don't drink at all. Have them in the family though, and my father was one)
-friendly (I think I am. But in all honestly, the majority of Irish people I've met are mean by my standards)
-believe in and talk about fairies and the like in everyday conversation (my grandmother would have probably disowned me if I did)
-Catholic (I was raised such, but I no longer consider myself that)
-eats potatoes (this is big in both Ireland and Sweden. Good lord, how I hate potatoes)
-great sense of humour (I can find something funny in practically everything. I don't know if that counts. I do enjoy Irish black humour)
-good looking (I've yet to met an Irishman face-to-face who I found attractive. Who didn't have a parent from somewhere else anyway)
Wow. That was long. Sorry about that =o
TL;DR Swedes = sexy, blonde, statuesque, polite bastards. Irish = Friendly drunks who see fairies dancing in their potato patch.