Ever run into those people who insist that they’re Scottish/Irish/Whatever….but it’s more of an ancestry thing than them really being of that culture? Well, that’s not me. I am 100% part of a very forgotten culture. I’m Acadian. J’suise Acadienne. My parents are also Acadian, as were their parents before them, their parents before them as well, etc etc. Granted, there was a Scottish dude involved in the late 1700’s, but I am a full blooded Acadian girl hailing from Tracadie-Sheila, NB. Notable last names in my family include LeBreton, Arseneau, Comeau, Saulnier, and my last name doesn’t sound Acadian, but totally is. I am an Acadian before I am a Canadian and will always identify as such. I don’t want my culture to be any more forgotten than it already is. I was even born on the feast day of Acadians, a week late from my mother’s due date, that is how hardcore I am. For a history of why we’re so paranoid about being lost into the history texts, please see Wikipedia.
We’re in a competition with Newfoundland as to who the friendliest people in Canada are. We were uncreative with our flag because we were too busy partying and having a good time. We’re pretty damn Catholic, but please don’t hold it against us. We live in one of the most beautiful places on earth and enjoy the best food. We love tourists too, not only are they the bread and butter of our little nation, but we want everyone to see this place. It’s awesome! We are also French….which is where the problems start kicking in when you start travelling West.
……because Quèbec. Ruined. EVERYTHING.
Since the Plains of Abraham, the French contingency of Quèbec has had a sore spot for Canada and its Anglophones. Quèbec has been trying to separate for a while because of their hurt feelings from 1775 and have treated the rest of the country like shit on their shoe. They hate immigrants. They have a minister for secularism in a veiled attempt to not look racist. While Montreal can be friendlier, I don’t recommend travelling the rest of “La Belle Provence (not)” unless you plan on not speaking a single word. I’ve caught service people making fun of me in French thinking that I totes didn’t know the language. Hell, they hate other French speaking populations. France? Fuck ’em. Cajuns? Can’t understand them. Franco-Manitoban? Not real French. They even came up with a very special racial slur for Acadians. Homard. Translates to lobster. We’re dirty garbage collecting creatures. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that the Quèbecois eat puppies for breakfast and wash it down with kitty blood, they can just get that mean. There is a gross culture of protectionism that makes the Southern red state US look good.