Dear North America

Dear North America,

Please stop what you're doing. You're like a syrupy sludge that seeps into all cracks and crevices of culture. No matter what, you find a way to get in. Sometimes, you go by almost unnoticed and other times you are this garish obnoxious ooze that comes with an accompaning odor.

While I thank you for somethings. Like recognizable brands when I'm in need of something familiar, you know those days when you really want a Coca Cola and not one of those imitation brands that taste a little bit too something. But I kind of resent your presence while I'm on a bus travelling through the lush Czech countryside and Bryan Adams comes over a radio. That was just bad, North America. I could have laughed if it was Beyonce. But Bryan Adams? Or Prince when I'm grocery shopping in a foreign country?

What really got me was while visiting Prague, there was a stage set up for enetertainment as a part of the Easter celebrations. A band was playing and it was vagually familiar. Then it dawned on me, they were singing covers of Johnny Cash in Czech.

Believe me, the world will be fine if they can't buy Nike knock offs or buy Levi jeans. We North Americans can learn to feel at home in foreign countries if we can't by Heinz and Campbell's soup. Trust me. Please stop what you are doing and leave these little lovely countries to develop their own popular culture with out you blinding everyone senseless with all things North American.

You are not thwe whole world.

Thanks for listening,
JIll