Julia Baird, who hails from Oz, probably wouldn’t dare write this in Newsweek, where she’s currently (but for how long?) gainfully employed as a deputy editor. But she feels perfectly free to unload on the land that gives her sustenance in the pages of The Age, one of the leading Australian newspapers.
And you know what she thinks of America? She thinks it’s weird:

America’s weirdness is well documented. And I don’t mean just the plastic-surgery addicts in LA, the outsourcing, pill-popping perfectionists in New York, the toddler pageants, the deep fried Oreos, or even the testicle festivals, the smelly sneaker competitions or the towns that speak their own language and print their own money. Or the fact that four in 10 Americans believe alien abductions have occurred. Or even that in Connecticut you are not allowed to walk across a street on your hands. Nor are you allowed to cross the Minnesota border with a duck on your head. In Florida it is illegal to sing outside in a swimming costume, for unmarried women to skydive on Sunday, and for men to leave the house in a strapless dress. Which cuts out half of Sydney’s social life.
In truth, many parts of the everyday are more peculiar than the freak shows in the US, at least to the Australians who come to visit or live here for a while. At first it’s the enormous food portions, entire aisles of drugstores devoted to digestive aids, the blatant, direct advertising of pharmaceuticals, a sugar-drenched gastronomic culture which rebrands fatty meals as “family guy” specials and the fact that in Manhattan women use Botox to shrink earring holes and corner stores peel mandarins for you.






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