Lust4Life - I’m listening, I didn’t hear your question as confrontational and rude, just curious.
And I’ve been to England, I spent about 10 days there in 2003. I spent 6 weeks traveling Europe in 1985.
Just as Europe is varied, the U.S. is a hodgepodge. Small towns and large cities are vastly different. The coasts have their own culture, and Florida and Nevada are where people who want to run away tend to gather.
We ARE big on “self-reliance” in the U.S., i.e., “it’s your job to provide for yourself and if you haven’t succeeded it’s because you’re a fuck-up”. The current economy may dent that belief system a bit - we’ll be better off if it does. Because we’ve forgotten how much LUCK and good will factor into success and failure. And Americans don’t tend to admit that we’re all connected.
London and Chicago have some similarities, in size and action – my friends have been robbed in both places. Just the other day, my sister’s bicycle was stolen in broad daylight on a street in downtown Chicago - she had it locked properly and everything.
When my friend’s purse was stolen in London, I went with her to the local hospital to get replacement meds. It was a nasty place, to my eyes - dirty, ugly, antiquated. Took several hours, but they didn’t charge us a dime.
The purse-snatching took place at a restaurant, and they couldn’t be bothered to call the police. The staff directed us to the local police station, which was a 1/2 mile walk. We stood in a lobby and made the report. None of the police staff cared in the least that my friend had just lost everything, we only spoke to a receptionist.
My friends from England who live here, in central Indiana, are stunned that you can call the police for simple help. Like if you’ve accidentally locked your child in your car. They’re amazed that you can buy property with grass, some lawn, some space.
When I traveled Europe in 1985, none of the places we stayed would let ME do the checking-in. It had to be my male friend. They wanted HIS signature.
We have some terrible cities. I’ve been to forgotten towns in Pennsylvania that look like something you’d see on the news from some war-torn nation. Decay and filth and chaos.
But I saw open sewers with drunks laying in them, in Paris. I saw a homeless guy in Amsterdam who was on his knees vomiting in the train station and then eating it, at the urging of onlookers. The air in Munich was so dirty I could taste it. Everybody ate at these long tables, together. Shared bathrooms that were tiny closets. Creaky old buildings with no light. The old folks in Salzburg rented out parts of the homes to tourists in summer, and then shut them off entirely in winter, too expensive to heat.
Our lack of past must seem strange to Europeans and Brits – we don’t have 400-yr-old buildings. It’s a blessing, opening us to possibility. And perhaps a curse in that we lack a sense of history, a grounding.
Backwards in some ways, forwards in others.