so. the other day, i voted. the other day, i voted for the liberals. the other day, i voted for the liberals because my parents told me to.

it’s amazing how little i know about canadian politics. if you asked me about my opinion on american politics, i could probably talk your ear off. but trap me in a corner with discussion about paul martin, stephen harper, or the parliamentary system and i will cower in shame.

canadians are so saturated with american culture, it’s sad — well, the average canadian, anyway, like myself. television shows, news websites, and even the classes i’m taking in university are geared towards american culture. i can’t avoid it, and i find myself wanting to know more about it (even my major is american history). i love canada and all, but — let’s face it — all of the action is located south of the 49th parallel. canada is little house on the prairie; america is the oc. canada is regular lays potato chips; america is x-treme jalapeņo and cheddar nachos. canada is old granny underpants; america is sexy lace lingerie. you get the picture.