Strange American Things?
Philly cheesesteaks & hoagies. The former get all the hype, but hoagies are strangely glorious. Flag worship. Money worship. The transitional change in accents between Philly, Baltimore, DC, VA & southern Maryland. Waddling vacationers in the capital. The way lighting & various power lines run unabated over walkways & parallel to road networks everywhere. Messy, ugly eyesores, where’s the planning?
Everything by William Burroughs, Bishop Pike’s journey, Jospeh Campbell’s heroes & myths. The strangest thing, personally, is the way the recent human presence on its land mass seems overtly artificial, like someone dumped a bunch of buildings & infrastructure in one. It hasn’t had the time to settle, accumulate, accrue & then be adapted the way you experience elsewhere. Similarities to Australia. The few historic districts are majestic though.
Male fraternity organisations that adopt peculiar headwear. All those fucking guns. Slow interstate speed limits for such a huge nation. HOV lanes that you inevitably cheat on, only for state police to appear. Those people have a strange demeanour generally, buzz cuts, daft uniforms, rude as fuck belligerent wankers, aching for you to bite. Throw a few polite Britishisms at them & they fold from the paperwork potential of an arrest.
Gumbo - strangely strange but heavenly, like Bouillabaisse but spicier. BBQ fetishes. Clam or corn chowder, sorry that shit is gross. Doggy bags. Outdoor grills as male status symbols. Biker helmets. Truck shapes compared to other parts of the world, the engine block front-ends more specifically.
Their aversion to the word cunt. Cunt is a fine olde word, older than America itself.