There are a few things America does bigger and arguably better than the rest of the world. America has wider, straighter roads with more turn-arounds and access roads. America has gigantic superstores where you can buy eggs, milk, 52-packs of Coca~Cola, couches, cat trees, guns, Ipods, televisions, fishing poles and wedding cakes all in the same place while your car gets its oil and brakes changed. America has 24 hour convenience stores on every corner, and you can order just about anything over the Internet and have it delivered within 24 hours and rarely ever have to pay for shipping. A lot of Americans don’t realize that most of the rest of the world doesn’t have these luxuries…at least, not on the scale that America does.
When I first left America I missed those luxuries like they were necessities. I thought the rest of the world was primitive for not “doing it right.” That point is a debatable gray area, but that’s neither here nore there. The point is that after being away from America for a while I’ve found that I almost never miss the over-the-top luxuries of America. However, something happened this week that made me a little nostalgic for “home.” I was introduced to the HBO series “Eastbound and Down.”
In the same way “Generation Kill” perfectly captures the tone of modern U.S. military culture, “Eastbound and Down” perfectly captures the tone of modern Texas culture. Watching that show was like slipping on an old, worn-in pair of sock, and for 40 minutes it felt like I was back “home” again.
But after watching a few episodes it occurred to me that a lot of Americans don’t realize the rest of the world doesn’t have willfully ignorant, xenophobic, bombastic, redneck trailer trash…at least, not on the scale that America does. It also occurred to me that it has become a constant source of subconscious joy to me to know how far away I live from that cess pool of wasted human potential.