Fancy bustle dancer Dustin Stamp takes part in #Aboriginal Day festivities at Edmonton’s Victoria Park. As we mark the 150th anniversary of Confederation, we need to decide what kind of country we want to be, 50 years from now. A teepee set up by #indigenous protesters on Parliament Hill this week. There is no Canadian word — or at least no English-language word — for schadenfreude.
We’ve had to borrow it from the German, as we’ve borrowed wieners and sauerkraut and giant soft pretzels.
But schadenfreude may be Germany’s greatest contributions to Canadian identity.
It means the joy we take from the sorrow of others. The sort of joy you take when Vancouver gets more snow than Edmonton. When the Flames go out of the Stanley Cup playoffs before the Oilers.
We’re in a moment of peak Canadian schadenfreude now.
How can we not feel a shiver of self-satisfaction, as we mark our sesquicentennial, by looking smugly south to Trump-land. (Not to mention smugly east to the not-very-United Kingdom.)
It’s been a great year to feel good about the Canadian political and cultural experiment. We’ve been able to pat ourselves on our collective backs for our multicultural tolerance , our openness to refugees, our public health-care system, our pride in Pride, our leadership role on the world stage.
We’ve basked in 12 months and more of positive international press attention — not just people gushing about our dishy prime minister and his progressive sock choices , or people gushing about Drake, the ultra-Canadian rapper, but also more serious coverage of our immigration policy , our foreign policy, our drug policy , our commitment to free trade and international treaties. Just this week, we were named the Most Reputable Country in the World .In fact, there have been so many international puff pieces about the wonders of […]
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