Anti-Americanism Abroad
One things for sure, Americans aren’t winning any popularity contests. In case I had any doubts, it’s pretty crystal to me now that the world is not feeling very pumped about the U.S.
Not that I blame anyone in their vitriol. If you ask me Jack in the Box (or, as it is called in Australia, Happy Jack), Pizza Hut, and McD’s are coercive, if subtle, forms of terrorism. Forget about the food, they’re just scary to look at. And I think there’s an insidious oppressiveness in formulaic Hollywood movies where all the character’s have neat little revelations and the plot ties up into a perfect package, when all the revelations in the world don’t seem to tie up the loose ends of my life (and, boy, do I have revelations…like right now). And watching American sit-coms that aren’t well-written is just watching abusive relationships with no awareness (or recovery).
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Still, it’s kind of a bummer to feel that I’m somehow part of a culture that’s wrecking thoughtless havoc on the world. I suppose I can take more political action to ease my guilt, but in the end, I have to own that I have some thread of American arrogance in me…how could I not?
Just for today, I feel slightly bummed about being an American.
