My Wife, The Germ Yes, you could say my wife is a Germ. This line of thought started at The Crossroads Café -
one of Singapore's best-named restaurants, and a personal favorite of
mine. I was eating nasi goreng (Malaysian fried rice) there one day, when a man from Switzerland asked to share my table. We sat and talked for an hour about his travels, but I was distracted. For some reason, I couldn't remember if a person from Switzerland was a Swiss or a Swede. |
After he left, I remembered the
obvious. Swedes are from Sweden. Swiss are from Switzerland. But, it strikes me as curious, the way we assign these nicknames to the various peoples of the world. People from Sweden are Swedes. People from Switzerland are Swiss. Those from Britain are Brits. From Thailand come the Thai. But we don't follow this convention for all
nations. Strange, isn't it? From Australia come Aussies. From Finland come Fins. From
Czechoslovakia come Czechs. From Poland come Poles. So, why isn't my wife of German heritage a germ? Why aren't Antiguans called Ants? Once you start following this, you open a whole can of worms. Is a group of Armenians an Army? If we get someone from Kenya and someone from the Barbados together, do we have Ken and
Barbie? By this point, you may be wondering what I am. |
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