Seriously. The movies are the primary exposure most Australians have to America, aside from the two obligatory three-week treks (one East coast, one West, though both include Vegas and LA).
To summarize then, all Americans live in a two-story white house with a porch and a dog named Beethoven, pray before every dinner, go to school with highly attractive and clique-based students who trek to Miami every year for spring break before spending four party years in a frat house. They then get a job that requires a suit and Starbucks in hand, fall madly in love with a girl from a Republican (or was it Democrat?) family, get married in a church and buy a two-story white house with a porch and a dog named Beethoven. Throughout the cycle they celebrate quaintly bizarre holidays such as Thanksgiving, the Fourth of July and Groundhog Day (do they really??).
The questions I get most generally revolve around my high school experience (no, I was not a cheerleader) and politics (yes, that was a rude question), but anything that expounds upon traditions they've seen on the big screen is generally considering intriguing.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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Did you mean Groundhog Day? I have not heard of celebrating Groundhog Dog myself.
Yes. One typo every 13 months, not bad, hey?
Hahahaha! Absolutely true!! ...and yes, every American gal has been a cheer leader and every fella has been the quarter back star in an American football team! Either that or they have gone to Harvard and become a fabulous lawyer!
Oh suck it up, Princess. What if everyone does ask you if you’re a republican voting ex-cheerleader who likes guns way too much? I’ll bet you’ve never been asked what it’s like to wrestle a saltwater crocodile, or whether you have colour TV in your home town, or how many words you can speak in Aboriginal, have you?
Honestly, why would I wrestle my pet Saltie? He’s so adorable.
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