Pfft! Try having an Indian (feather) accent. At least your's has some comedic value. Mine just makes everyone around me assume I'm a jobless, malt-liquor chugging bum. The worst part is I can't even fake an awesome accent because I'm not white. I've seen a lot of my friends pull that shit off and take girls home because of it. FOCUS: I'm Métis. Half Cree is all I'm really sure of. I never bothered to look up my heritage because if you look indian (feather) then you are indian, for all intents and purposes. I'm practical like that. As for what I'd want to be, say and think what you will about it, but just being white would be lovely. Nationality doesn't matter much to me, but it gets old being judged immediately based on your appearance and the sound of your voice. I look like a full-blood indian, and with that comes a lifetime of scrutiny and prejudice, which is an unfortunate but all too real aspect of Canadian life in the prairies. The upside though, is that it's taught me to bust my ass just to prove I'm not a piece of shit, and that's carried over to many over aspects of my life.
American here. With a relatively unique last name, I've been able to track my family history back to the early 1700's in the Massachusetts area.
I'm American. All of my great-grandparents were the ones who moved here from Eastern Europe (mainly Russia and Germany, with a dash of Hungary). But, no one EVER guesses that I'm Eastern European, which is weird to me because I think I think I look super Russian. Everyone always thinks I'm from somewhere in the Mediterranean. Greek people always assume I'm Greek (which I can see), and other people always guess that I'm either Italian (which I can see), or Spanish (which confuses me to no end). I've always kind of liked this, though, because I think I fit in with the Mediterranean lifestyle quite nicely. I definitely wouldn't have minded if I was born in Spain or the South of France.
1st generation American. Mom is from England, dad from Ethiopia. They met in Greece and eventually moved to California. Oddly enough people rarely guess that.
My mother is German(born there), I have heard that we have some good ol' SS blood in us. I do not know my biological father but was informed that he was "part American Indian, part asshole." Fair enough. I did spend four years in Adelaide, Australia as a small child. I have a couple "cool" memories of koalas and roos, nothing truly amazing though. I'd like to be Brazilian. Wealthy drug lord princess style.
Well, the Dutch don't. This thread actually made me realise I have no reasons to trade my Dutch nationality for anything else. Why would I want to be an American? I already watch all your shows and movies, and there's a MacDonalds right around the corner. Why would I want to be Italian or Spanish? The summers here are good enough, and there aren't thousands of tourists and greasy assholes trying to sell crap. Scandinavian? Our winters are awesome and you don't have to be a polar bear to enjoy them. South-American?............well, okay, maybe it would be nice to live in Argentina, eat steaks, make women wild with some crazy tango-moves and explore the country, On the other hand, we do have that whole 'booze, drugs and sex for all'-thing going on, which might be a bit better than steak.
I am American from way back. My family has been in California since the Gold Rush. For me to claim any sort of ethnicity would be an exercise in futility, and also stupid. However, if I had to pick up an adopt any other nationality, I'd probably go for German or Austrian. Something about that part of the world just agrees with me. Everything is organized, on time, well thought out. Things work. People are practical. It's a little too socialist for my taste economically speaking, but the whole live and let live about personal preferences is a nice bonus. Plus some great art comes out of places like Berlin and Vienna. Ahhhh, Vienna. I love that place. Why yes, I will have a beer or some cake at a random time of day and watch the world go by. And I would be delighted to acquire a wardrobe of ball gowns for the winter ball season. Come with me while I wander tiny streets and drink glorious lagers. Yes and thanks for asking. And apparently, I fit right in! When I fly Lufthansa, I get spoken to in German first.
My father's side is Scottish Clan, while my mother's is Irish. They were both born in Canada, and only one grandfather was born over seas. I only ever say I'm Canadian, not my family heritage which so many douchebags do (especally on St. Patrick's Day). I have the red maple leaf tattooed on my arm, and I've lived here my whole life. I AM, however, partaking in America during my retirement (probably Arizona) so I don't have to look at that unforgiving white winter shit ever again. Oh, and everybody in New Jersey is as "Italian" as my balls. Italian women are attractive, yours are not. Blow me.
I was born in South Africa. My family immigrated to Australia when I was about two years old and I have lived here ever since so I call myself an Aussie. My folks were both born in Zimbabwe and going through the line I have mostly English ancestors but I know there is some Italian in my mother’s side and other bits and pieces mixed in. I will get around to checking it all out one day, probably… If I had to live anywhere else it would be between Canada & New Zealand but I am really happy in Australia and will be staying here for the foreseeable future.
First fleet Australian on Fathers side, Scotts from the turn of the century on Mums, 100% Aus. Wouldn't change it for quids.
I'm Canadian, and from what I've been able to gather my family has been Canadian ever since the first white person stepped off a boat and gave booze to an Indian. Specifically, I'm from southern Ontario. The entire area is rotten with my surname naming things: [Surname] Street, [Surname] Port, [Surname] School, etc. Been in that area a looong time. If I could hold dual citizenship, it would be with America. I know, I know...those crazy Yankees, but it would just make life simpler in so many ways if I could treat moving to, say, Los Angeles as easily as I treat moving to Alberta. There's nothing that would make me renounce my citizenship, though. I've travelled far too much to be convinced otherwise that a Canadian passport is the best document to have when you're entering a foreign country. I've never had an issue anywhere I've gone; sometimes I don't even need visas.
I'm fourth-generation Italian, Lithuanian and Polish on my mother's side, and an undetermined number of generations' worth of Scottish, Irish and English on my father's. Mom's people came through Ellis Island, Dad's came on wood ships, and settled in the South. Good luck finding a dominant percentage. I'm as American as it gets. If I could, I'd claim citizenship in the Republic of Ireland, but I can't, so I won't. Solution? Marry foreign. Passports for everyone!
Hey, when are you and Edgar gonna stop over and get whiskey drunk? Ain't got all fuckin' day. Focus: I'm an American. About 120 years ago, a bunch of Swedish, Irish and Danish immigrants wandered into the plains of Minnesota and said, "Hey, check this place out! There aren't any trees here, the summers are hot and humid, the mosquitoes are terrible and the winters are cold as fuck. And to top it off, all we have to build shelter with are chunks of fucking sod. Let's live here." So they built their houses out of sod, planted a few trees, and here I am. And I actually like it here. If I had to choose from anywhere else, it'd probably be Australia. Yeah, it's hot and they have a lot of poisonous things with teeth, but the people are laid back and know how to have fun.
I'm American, straight out of the Bible Belt's buckle, y'all and all. I've never considered where else I might live outside of Peace Corps stations, but I suppose I'd choose Germany. I already speak High German fairly well, its economy is stable, and I like beer. Or Finland. Their exhibit at the World Expo was lovely - so much sleek, minimalist clothing and ergonomic furniture.
I'm Canadian... Kind of. Although I probably couldn't live without beer or whiskey; I hate winter, I can't skate and I'm not very good on a skidoo in deep powder. I beg that nobody reports me to the Queen because I'm fairly sure that these infractions are pretty much on par with treason 'round these parts. My heritage is Acadian, which is French-Canadian but NOT québécois! Although English is my native language. If I had to live anywhere else in the world it would have to be the U.S.A. Either So-cal for it's weather or somewhere in the south for the BBQ. Yes, I would move somewhere solely on it's quality of BBQ and I have no problem admitting it. I plan on buying a weber smoker this summer so I can smoke my own meat (har har) and it will be glorious!* * please keep jokes to a minimum, BBQ is no laughing matter.
I think everyone knows where I'm from. My dad was born in England - my grandfather was English and my grandmother South African (not sure of the rest of her ancestry). My mom was born in S.A. but her grandmother was Scottish and grandfather Irish. So I'm mostly a U.K. mutt. Dad's family is still in the U.K., while most of my mom's living relatives all left for New Zealand. If I could choose a nationality, it'd be English (working on that...). Being a White South African now is a hate crime, apparently, according to the Government...
I'd give up the USA to be an Aussie and have no problems saying so. I have always had a love affair with the country and its people...especially after they hosted the Olympics so many years ago. Fucking passionate and good at sports and just happy. And I think I went over the edge with the way they reacted the recent floods. Putting a snorkel and mask on a statue is a pretty awesome way to handle something so scary. When I went there to visit, I found a country with a Eurpoean mentality coupled with American progressivism. And when they say "no worries," they actually mean it. Love it. Plus then I wouldn't have to give up my Greek heritage. Sure, the Greeks aren't looked at with especially high regard there but who cares? I'd still get to be with my people while being with my people. Win-win.