They approach trends the achingly polite way they would any transaction, with norms and custom. It seems that this is how it is possible to fetishise America without breaking tradition. Sweet rebellion, without the rebel.  

 It’s a loose embrace. Like a nun spraying FYG because she likes the colour of the paint. It is not a bear hug. That would be Australian.  

 It is as if seeds of US patriotism were planted alongside courage such that the rebuilt Nation mistook candy for cherry blossom.  

 The irony drinks Plum wine from a beer glass and raises a toast to the culture that slapped them down, picked them up, and told them it was time to move on. Preferably on foot, wearing Converse and Levi Strauss.

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