Why is it that I seem to love my own French-Canadian culture most from a distance?
Stick me on another continent and I’m speaking French, downloading French-Canadian music, proudly defending our unique history and culture, and missing snow, pancakes with maple syrup and St-Jean Baptiste festival, but when I actually lived in Quebec all I wanted to do was speak English and go to university in Ontario.
The only exception is French-Canadian men, who remain the best men in the world, no matter where I am. They are sexy and masculine without being macho. Sometimes they are too lazy, that’s their only flaw, but it’s just the flipside of their ability to enjoy life.
I wish they were French-Canadian mail-order husbands, coz I would totally order myself one right now. There are not many guys in Thailand, especially not the type of white guys that Thailand usually attracts, that are as fine as a good French-Canadian man.
I’ve also never met a French-Canadian man who bitches about hating French-Canadian women, unlike the losers of other nationalities who encrust Bangkok. Vive le Quebec libre! (I will never think of this cry the same way after seeing the movie Bon Cop, Bad Cop, which is an excellent introduction to the awesomeness of French-Canadians. )
But seriously, does anyone else have this reaction to their own culture? Does absence make your heart grow fonder? For the Thais that read this blog, did going abroad make you feel more proud to be Thai?