I have never owned a nationality more so than while living in another country. The concoction of European ethnicities that comprise my blood all converge into one simple identity that I'm forced to claim almost any time I open my mouth and betray my less than perfect French accent: I'm American. No, I don't eat McDonald's. Yes, I hate George Bush.
Stereotyping different nationalities is unfortunately somewhat of a human pastime. Everyone told me Parisians would be snobby, but I've...
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