Uhhh…I guess so? Although we’re kind of on the low end of that spectrum. My sister and brother-in-law recently took their family (including my niece and nephew) to France for a couple weeks. I’m a huge Francophile, and would love to do that, which is why we’re doing a week at an AirBnB in Quebec City but driving there because we can’t afford to fly.
You do realize this statement is in and of itself a snarky kind of virtue signal.
No, I’m not afraid of getting shot at or having my car keyed. However, last summer we took an even more low-key Canadian vacation (visiting my mom in Ontario, just north of the border with Minnesota) and in a bottle shop parking lot a middle-aged woman challenged me about Trump, upon seeing my plates. It was polite but still definitely a little stressed-sounding. Something like “So what do you say about Trump, eh?” with her mouth kind of tightly pursed like she was afraid things could turn ugly. I am a mischievous imp, so I started in about how he was making America great again, but after a few seconds I could see she was about to have a stroke so I assured her I was kidding and that I missed Obama already, to her evident relief.
So does it “really” matter? No. But that’s true of a lot of things, including whether I’m wearing something that looks nice, or just presentable, or just the legal minimum to avoid getting a public indecency ticket. I want to “look nice” for the Canadians in a political sense.