For all you Canadians, and non-Canadians

I was living in Canada when Molson came up with this commercial, and I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such a reaction to an ad. I got to thinking about it the other day, for who knows what random reason, and decided to post it. Call it a memento, of sorts.

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4 Comments

  1. Can’t say much about the beer commercial. I’ve seen better. I might have got a kick out of it in my youth when I had to “force” myself to get drunk. On purpose.

    Now, I have hard time finishing the cocktail I started. 🙂

    I’m blessed.

    -dbrletich

    P.S. I’ve been playing catch up on your blog again. The past few days have been uber busy testing releases for new apps at work, evaluating three new .22 pistols at the range with my kids, processing Elk meat with my brother and catching up on religious ed with the kids while monitoring their schoolwork assignments posted online.

    Whew!

    You have a damn fine way with words and you are among my favorite reads. Keep up the good work.

  2. Ah, but you see, you’re American. As am I, of course, but five years north of the 49th does have a way of adding to one’s perspective a bit. The ad isn’t about the beer, though to be sure, Molson made it to sell beer; it’s about what it means to be Canadian, vs. what folks in the US think it means. (For example, I actually say “aboot,” and people always assume it’s a Canadian thing, which completely exasperates any actual Canadians if they happen to be around.)

    Thanks for the kind words. I envy you the elk; that’s definitely one of the things I miss from Colorado.

  3. Ah Rob – you’re just a big Canadian wanabe inside aren’t you?

    That was a great ad in it’s time. It speaks to our sense of identity and feeling overshadowed.

  4. I wouldn’t put it that way exactly; but I lived in Canada for five years, my oldest daughter is a Canadian citizen, and I have friends across the country–I feel like I belong to Canada, too, as well as the US. I was talking quite seriously to a church in Ontario, back when I was in the search process, and would have been happy to go there. I can’t really call myself a Canadian (though Sara and I would like to get dual citizenship when Lydia’s old enough to sponsor us), but I’m not not a Canadian, either, if that makes any sense.

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