Canucks and Yanks share much in common. Well, to be fair, a lot of what we share is American in origin. McDonald’s, Wal-Mart, My Stange Addiction, Hummers (the vehicle), Oprah, and Atkins. I’m betting that most Canadians can name five U.S. presidents before they can name five Prime Ministers. American culture is gobbled up by us Northerners. Maybe it’s because y’all south of the border have a flair for the dramatic, and we can be a bit…er…polite. Maybe it’s a kind of cultural evaporation that causes reality TV and Taco Bell to float up and condense in our fair country. I could make a comment about neocolonialism, but I’m not here to write a Margaret Atwood essay. Whatever the reason, we are Yank junkies. The U.S. is our crack, and we can’t quit no matter how bad it gets.
There are, however, many things uniquely Canadian that we cunningly keep to ourselves. It’s a matter of national pride, after all. We’re not completely selfish, as is evident by our generous donation of the Biebs, basketball, and insulin, but I’m guessing that Canadian culture has not infiltrated in kind. Therefore, the first U.S. citizen to identify all these uniquely Canadian tidbits correctly will be named an honourary Canadian citizen for a month. This prize carries with it many perks.
1 – Reprieve from caring who our leader has slept with or where s/he was born.
2 – Opportunity to be slightly less hated when you travel abroad.
3 – Nobody really cares if you smoke pot.
4 – Learn to drive a skidoo and/or 120 km/h in a snowstorm.
5 – “Eh” etymology and proper usage.
6 – Die here and save big!
7 – Learn to wear a toque (pronounced “tuke”) without irony.
8 – Go metric and join the rest of the planet.
9 – Witness first hand the gluttonous rape of our natural resources to stuff the gaping American/Chinese maw!
10 – Be openly judgemental about Americans! Smug superiority is totally hot.
PRETTY EXCITING, EH!?
Anyhoo, without further ado…Name that Canadian Thing!
(BONUS PHOTOS!!! If you get these, you are more excellent than a two storey igloo.)
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