Some of the research I do calls for finding and/or contacting bloggers in foreign countries, and they’re inevitably challenging to find. Not because they’re in other languages, but because often, they don’t exist in the first place. No citizens have quite taken up blogging like Americans. It seems the need to have opinions (and convey them to others) is part of our national character. It reminds me of a famous scene from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life, in which the Grim Reaper cuts a dinner party short. When one of the American guests objects, Death can’t stand it any more (jump to 4:13, or, watch the whole thing but pay particular attention at 4:13):
Our need to express ourselves is undoubtedly related to our democratic traditional and rugged individualism, but between blogs (including mine) and Twitter and site comments, don’t you empathize with Death some days?
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