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I've been feeling not so very happy about the way this country has been behaving, and I have this horrible sinking feeling about the sucking festering boil on our national honour that is the war crimes in the Middle East. Then I happened across this little gem, written by an Italian woman. Here's a little snippet from What America means to me:
But maybe it's because this strange, unclear, ultimately rather unsettling feeling that the US is more real than the rest of the world. I've been thinking about this, and I have found no other better way to phrase it. Put it down to cultural imperialism. Put it down to the world becoming globalized, and my country only supplying the shoes. Put it down to our imagination being colonized. Put it down to this being the cradle of the best and of the worst
If you have time, Anna's other posts are also interesting, if not as long.
Posted by ayse on 05/23/04 at 3:48 PM