This is a short post because I’m not actually here today.
I’m a Kiwi (New Zealander for any ignoramuses out there) but some time ago I spent six years living in the US.
Americans seemed to think Kiwi accents are adorable, though I was frequently mistaken for being British or Australian.
When I pointed out I was in fact a Kiwi, in 99% of cases I got one of two responses:
Either: I loved Lord of the Rings!
or: Oh, you’re a Kiwi! Do you know So-and-So?
So-and-So, of course, being the only other New Zealander they knew. (I guess the Lord-of-the-Rings-responders didn’t know any other Kiwis.)
I’m always mightily offended by this response.
New Zealand, let me point out, is an entirely respectable-sized country with a good 4.5 million inhabitants. And that’s not even counting the sheep.
It’s not like I come from an island of five families, and I find the implication that I do a trifle offensive.
So in the spirit of utter honesty and not putting up with rudeness, I respond, “Yes, I used to work for his dad.”**
Do you get any weird responses when you tell people where you’re from? Are the stereotypes people hold about you correct?
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** This was just one example. Other true examples include, “I used to work with him,” “I used to work for her,” “We’re coauthors,”… You get the picture.