There's something I've been stewing over for the past several weeks, and I suppose I'd better just get it out there to hear what the rest of you think. People keep telling me to, essentially, "watch out" when I go to the UK because people over there will be expecting me to be an ignorant American. I've been advised from multiple friends that I should read up on our government, the UK government, the UK history, and various other histories and current events. Which, sure, I'm actually very interested in history and I'd like to be more in touch with what's happening in the world; but seriously, are people in the UK going to be just waiting for me to make some mistake and then jump on me for being an idiot American? Seriously?
I feel like this is a crazy myth we like to spread around in the States because it makes us feel like some kind of stupid-tumor on the Earth, and we really like hating on ourselves over here (or at least the liberals I know who were threatening to move to Canada when Bush was elected for a second term). It's silly, I think, because there are ignorant fatheads in every country, no matter where you go. Perhaps there's a higher density of them in the States, but we can't help it that we have a Bible Belt, guys (kidding! kidding... kinda).
Anyway I'm just curious if you awesome UK readers have ever come across Americans and quizzed them on like... current events and American history in order to gauge their intelligence. Somehow I doubt it (because who would actually do that outside of an epic douchebag?), and I think my friends are fearmongering, but you never know! I've only been a tourist in Germany and Italy, and they didn't speak English so if they were dissing me I couldn't have known.
I'm wearing: Target skirt and tights, F21 belt, H&M t-shirt and necklace.
Ugh what am I doing with my tummy in that photo, I don't know why I picked this picture last night. And now I feel obligated to post it because otherwise I'd only have three photos in this post. Ugh, blogworld problems!
This was yesterday's I'm-super-greasy-and-tired-and-can't-be-arsed outfit. Notice the pushed-aside bangs... they're staying there by the power of their own greasiness.
This weekend I have absolutely no plans whatsoever, and it makes me infinitely happy. I'm tired of going places and doing things all the time! Although I'm hoping I'll at least be able to fit in a shopping trip somewhere amidst all the vegetating. Somebody needs a spring jacket.