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Through the years, so many people have said to me, “Oh, it must be so much fun being married to an Englishman.” Since fever swept the States, that refrain has reached a crescendo.Yes, it is “fun”, but a marriage divided by a common language is a lot of other things, too.

I’ve been married to the most English-y of Englishmen for more than 25 years. Many of my friends are Americans married to Englishmen.I always found the way American guys try to get girls was a bit aggressive. He is fearless to pathetic puny American standard insects I see a spider, I scream. Speaking of accents, anything he says always sounds better To this day, I am pretty sure I haven't really listened to what the Aussie has been saying. He can say, "I just made a few cheese curds in my pants while kissing a whale" and I am here like 6. The American boys love to play games with girls, and the whole grinding thing? The flirting/hooking up game was so different in Australia! Americans drink to get drunk and go out, Aussies love a beer with almost anything and drink because they mostly enjoy the taste (they just get hammered in process of enjoying all this grog! Also, the whole "Live to work - Work to live" mentality is so noticeably different between the two cultures. The Aussie comes in, sees the spider and says "that's it? If you don't know footy well, just support the same team he does Aussie boys are incredibly loyal to their footy team. I hear choosing footy teams can make or break a relationship. Well, if he really ate all the vegetables he claims to would his skin be as pasty and blotchy as it is? The British are actually more fashionable than the French, just in a more subdued and ultimately confusing way.Believe me, the only vegetables he probably encounters are in Branston Pickle. You will never figure out what is in fashion or out of fashion to a Brit. In fact, by the time the magazines pick it up, it’s old hat to the Brits.The absolute bottom of the barrel for Englishmen of a certain age is Captain Pugwash, which reduced animation to cardboard cutouts that apparently jerked around on thin strings of dental floss. But just be aware before you diss Captain Pugwash — seeing an Englishman of 50 cry is not a pretty sight.

It doesn’t matter if he is a lifelong city boy, give an Englishman a little bit of farmland and the first thing he thinks about aren’t horses or chickens, but pigs. I theorize it has to to with the Englishman’s innate fondness for bacon and sausages. When I pressed my husband to tell me why the pig seems to be the Englishman’s favored farm animal, he said, “Winston Churchill liked pigs.” I don’t think you’ll get a better answer than that.

His son is carrying on this sartorial tradition by only venturing out to my garden in immaculately pressed cords, tweed waistcoat, Barbour jacket and matching cap. That’s because, like Lord Grantham, they seldom actually do any of the work. Here is where you will sit back and plead being an American. You will receive detailed instructions on the tea to use, the way to warm the pot, the amount of time to steep the tea, etc. It gets worse as you move back toward the Sixties and Fifties.

The English style of gardening is decidedly Grathamian. Later over a cup of tea, he will remark how rewarding gardening can be. But it never reaches the absolute food nadir of the foods Englishmen will fondly recall from their childhoods.

Okay, much younger Englishmen may wear shoes that aren’t polished, but they will be the height of hipster fashion. For some reason my Thanksgivings are dominated by English friends.

And the polishing time will be reallocated to the perfect ties tied perfectly. Look at the footwear of any of the top English bands today. They always gripe about “the obligatory orange vegetable”. As my English friend, Vickie, says, “Pumpkin is a silly vegetable.” Don’t even think about beets.

The verdict from my English husband and friends: “Okay, but it’s not soft enough. ” Even after nearly 25 years of marriage, I’m still laughing at my British husband.