Growing up white in Australia in the 90s, America felt cool and and Britain felt boring.
I think it was a generational thing. But some of the associations still live with me today.
And for valid reasons, I think:
An American accent was the voice you used to kill someone with a toy gun.
A British accent was the voice your Nan used to answer the phone.
America meant Pop Tarts and Michael Jordan.
Britain meant Princess Diana’s boring funeral.
America was the bright, saturated orange of Hulk Hogan's bicep as he smashed a folding chair over Diamond Dallas Page's head.
Britain was the pallid grey of someone else’s Dad’s face as they turned off The Simpsons and made you watch Monty Python, completely fucking the whole sleepover.
InCREDibly hectic