I love Canada as much as anyone who lives here, but I’m also the first to admit that we have a bit of a long-term identity crisis happening here.
Most articles you read about what it means to be Canadian can be boiled down to “We’re not American.” Which is true, which is why we sew Canadian flags on our backpacks when we travel the world. But we need more than just that. We need something that says “Yes, we’re a lot like Americans, but we’re not American, we’re also English and a little bit French.” Or possibly more than a little bit if you’re from Québec, I suppose.
Other than “It’s complicated” (which actually pretty succinctly sums it up) this is the best definition I’ve been able to come up with of what exactly Canada is:
Canada is the lovechild of England and France after they had a drunken one night stand. France and England had a big fight not too long after and France took off. England wasn’t the motherly sort, so Canada was left to grow up with its big brother America, the rebel of the family. Canada grew up wanting to be just like America, but instead ended up being the nicer one who makes friends with everyone easily.
Suck on that, Diane Francis!