Faefyx’s thoughts on being a British immigrant in the United States.
America has a very strange relationship with immigrants. A nation built on immigration will eagerly elect politicians that denigrate them at every turn, and you can see the symptoms of that mindset out in the wild every day.
Faefyx weighs in with a perspective on living as a Brit in America on the Fourth of July, particularly in times when national injustice has become so visible.
The duplicity of the American use of language knows no ends. I’ve ranted on here before about Guinness and tomatoes, and this is certainly in the same vein. However, given not only the magnitude of the disappointment perpetrated by this particular issue, but also the repeated occurrences in which I forget that it is a thing and make the same mistake again, I feel that it requires its own post.
I am an immigrant to this country and this morning I woke up to find several messages on my phone from people in other countries checking that I am safe, some from people I have not spoken to in years.
I don’t like bugs. This is somewhat of a new development. Perhaps it would be more true to say that I don’t like bugs in America.
In language, nuance abounds, but differences can be arbitrary and you can see the truth in the idea: “two nations divded by a common language.”
When it comes to driving, people tend to assume that the biggest difference is which side of the road you drive on. I think the issue runs deeper.
There are many dismissive jokes from both the US and the UK about the beer served up by the other. I think there’s a more nuanced discussion to be had.
