Originally posted by: Perknose
American is the loud, large-breasted, self-absorbed diva who casually spreads the clap and broken hearts in her drunken wake, never seeming to notice. And yet, everyone admits that the sex was fantastic while it lasted.
Canada is the polite but prim and essentially repressed librarian who doesn't actually tell you to not to make so much noise, although you just know she'd like to. Sure, she's knowledgeable and helpful. No one can better steer you through the deliberately opaque Dewey Decimal system (thought by some to have originally been a dark masonic plot to sap our manly optimism), but, really, Gladys, where's the adventure and excitement?
We Americas simply don't accept the concept of Canada as a separate, sovereign country. We feel that Canadians are merely Americans who haven't quite embraced their inner Social Darwinist yet.
No one abroad ever shouts, "Canadians Go Home!" How can we respect that?