Hi dear MN
I openly embrace my English roots. My great grandmother (mother's side) immigrated from England in the early 1900's. My father and my aunt commissioned a family tree for my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary and if you take the genealogy company's fruits of that commission with a grain of salt, they claim that I am directly related to the first governor of the Plymouth colony, William Bradford, and thusly my direct descendant hitched a ride on the Mayflower.
My favorite restaurants in NYC are the Spotted Pig
and Tea and Sympathy
I love the institution of that is the English murder mystery. The English produce the best police procedurals in the history of the television medium.
I love their oddly bent sense of desert dry humor.
Most Americans (at least in from my shortened perspective on things) truly shy away from their personal ancestry until their respective holiday comes around and then they revel in their shallow association with their heritage. They tend to be fair weather ethnocentric fans.
Many Americans tend to be nationalistic in that they embrace all that is pop and lowbrow American culture.
Admittedly, I am not all embracing to the English cultural import. I still find soccer ... sorry ... real
football to be a monstrous bore!! And even though I don't faint and swoop at the site of a possible Beatles reunion or even an Oasis reunion tour, (I think both bands are a tad overrated), I have learned to enjoy their music over the years.