Speaking as a Briton, I’ve been almost brought up to hate American culture, I suppose out of some sense of rivalry or something, and I do my best to treat them fairly, but I still have vestiges of antiseptic attitudes. They remind me of friends I’ve had who’d brag about everything, so you end up resenting letting them have anything no matter how genuine an achievement it is. I still can’t stand the accents if I’m tired or in a bad mood or whatever either. Just rubs me the wrong way.
It feels silly to “admit” as it were, but I remember once matching with someone on a dating app, so I went like, “what’s your story”, and he said “I’m a trans man and I’m American”, and I felt bad unmatching in case he thought I was transphobic, but come on, haha.
Speaking as a Briton, I’ve been almost brought up to hate American culture, I suppose out of some sense of rivalry or something, and I do my best to treat them fairly, but I still have vestiges of antiseptic attitudes. They remind me of friends I’ve had who’d brag about everything, so you end up resenting letting them have anything no matter how genuine an achievement it is. I still can’t stand the accents if I’m tired or in a bad mood or whatever either. Just rubs me the wrong way.
It feels silly to “admit” as it were, but I remember once matching with someone on a dating app, so I went like, “what’s your story”, and he said “I’m a trans man and I’m American”, and I felt bad unmatching in case he thought I was transphobic, but come on, haha.
Weird, we don’t hate British culture, but we don’t really think about it much either.
It’s not weird when you consider how much American cultural artefacts do their best to elbow their way into your field of attention.