Hello. My name is Denise and I am an Anglophile.
(This is the part where you say “Hi Denise.”)
Evidence that I am, indeed, an American Anglophile:
1) I attended the University of Virginia – a place celebrated for classic American architecture and a brilliant founder who just happened to write a document freeing us from the bonds of King George.
I studied British literature there.
2) Speaking of books from across the pond, stories like Peter Pan, The Wind and the Willows, The Chronicals of Narnia, Peter Rabbit, and Harry Potter shaped my mind during my most formative years of existence.
3) The only artist I cared about at the Grammy Awards this year was Adele. Though, now that I think about it, that’s not really a British thing. That’s a human being thing, isn’t it? I mean, who doesn’t love her?
4) In vain, I attempted to find someone to celebrate Charles Dickens’ 200th Birthday with me last week. I ended up just listening to an audio copy of A Tale of Two Cities during my commute that day and, of course, happily using Google…
5) I wrote this post last year.
6) No Joke. I can recite the first 18 lines of the Canterbury Tales in Old English.
Frightening, isn’t it? It’s fun to bust out a cocktail parties.
And people say English majors don’t have skills!
7) I watched Downton Abbey before the Huffington Post told me to. I probably watched it before you, too. In fact, I probably told you to watch it.
8) On a related note, I love British television in general. Once upon a time when I had Netflix (I dropped it like a hot potato when they raised their prices and I shall not return until they post new Arrested Development episodes.), my instant queue was filled literary adaptations and BBC/ITV shows. My current favorite? Sherlock. It’s an smart, modern twist on Sherlock Holmes. I know that sounds like it could be bad, but it’s not. It’s awesome.