"How are we going to keep this up for 10 years?" I hissed.
"Ten years?" He looked stricken.
"Her cousin still believes in Santa Claus and he's 13!"
Her cousin is American.
The above snippet and many more like it remind of why I sometimes bristle when reading British publications. It's a cheap joke to fall back on 'the Americans are dim-wits' schtick in one's writing.
Apparently, not only do we not carry passports, and, therefore, are likely to confuse Austria with Australia, but we are also terribly gullible to the point that a pubescent boy living somewhere in America still believes in Santa. I was thirteen once, and, let me tell you, I knew things well beyond whether or not Father Christmas existed. If at the age of 13 this kid still believes in Santa, then his problem isn't the fact that he's American. Maybe this thirteen-year-old-going-on-three might be suffering from some form of '-ism'. (At this point I would concede that we are an 'over diagnosed' society.) Or, more to the point, he might be suffering from parents who infantilise him. That, of course, could happen anywhere.
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