I'm an ignorant American. Clearly, I am, because I thought that Australia was all kangaroos and leathery skin. Little did I realize that the local hip bohemians wear clothes designed and manufactured here in Oz that far hipper and fabulous than the cookie cutter designer labels or the just plain weird outfits I find in Los Angeles.

I had no idea how much I had internalized American imperialism. Not only are the ladies more fashionably dressed, but every intersection has a buzzer sound when the green walk light goes on. And, of course, as in every country, everyone knows more about my country than I know about theirs. Who's your prez? Hmmmm, interesting.

Just for today, I can accept that I am an ignorant Ameircan.