One time, I chatted with someone at a bus stop in Montréal. I was what I would consider “pretty dressed up” since I was coming home from an event. The person was trying to guess where I was from and didn’t believe I was American because “Americans don’t dress up.” !?!
I felt the flipside of this later when I was out and about on a Saturday in my leggings after a workout class, while it felt like everyone around me was walking off a Pinterest board. In the US, it’s normal to go about your day in workout clothes, but I actually felt like I had a “Hello, I’m American” sticker slapped on me in Montréal (especially in their creative-leaning neighborhoods).
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