I am a Canadian attempting to do work in a sphere that is dominated by American ideas. Even when I explicitly say that I am not American, many will still approach me as if I am. This has become very frustrating. I have boldly proclaimed my love of the beaver.as every good Canadian should.
I have reveled in our numerous hockey victories, though
Monica Roberts some malt liquor drinking Americans had other ideas. I have even posted pictures of Dudley Do-Right, along with copious references to Tim Hortons. This denial of my presence as a Canadian working online really bothered me. I wondered if it were perhaps because I have not declared a love of moose and lumberjacks. Maybe it was because I insisted on typing about instead of aboot. Finally, alone in bed last night I discovered the solution. It’s…….
I think that Americans have trouble accepting my Canadian identity because they would have to face one essential truth: in Canada we have real bacon and they are forced to eat an over-salted substitute. More is the pity I know. This week’s question is, why are Americans so willing to deny Canadian bacon supremacy? I know that Americans are used to leading in a lot of things, but sometimes they should just admit the truth.