I told you there would be one post that had this title in a
non-demeaning, positive respect. Alright, what I love about our country, listed
in no particular order because ranking things annoys me and makes me indecisive
and fidgety:
- · The diversity of culture. From the North to the South and round about, you can’t deny we’ve got character. Good or bad, most of the time a mix of both, everyone knows it and everyone holds their share. And the different regions are so damn famous for it, too.
- · The changing landscape. Honestly, we have some of the most gorgeous parks, mountains, and deserts out there.
- · The Expansion era. Not the bloodshed, forcing-people-off-of-land part. But excepting that, it was such a time of exploring and traveling and reaching out roots and settling down. And log cabins *sigh* Really, all the eras.
- · Our museums. We have some pretty great painters’ work in our museums, not to mention the museum’s frequent costless-ness.
- · Our quirkiness. The weird foods that we come up with; the entire 70s and 80s (what was going on there, anyway?); the fashion fads that dominated so steadfastly for decades, then morphed into new fads like lightning, and the slang that went long with them.
- · The open skies. The plains. We have so much sheer space.
- · Cowboy films. They’re so incredibly American. Where every other thing has its near equivalent in other countries, this is something that’s actually ours, inside and out. And it’s so iconic, I mean, come on-the young buck riding off into the sunset with his hat brim and neck scarf flapping in the wind….
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