It’s funny—I would definitely consider myself a nationalist: I love being Canadian, love traveling throughout Canada, and I am one of those nerds who cries during especially potent Tim Horton’s commercials. But I’m not a passive nationalist, either. I know a lot about Canadian history, politics and culture. I love this country—even when I hate some of the things we’re doing (especially in politics). And I’m putting my money where my mouth is, too, because if I have a choice I’ll buy Canadian (my fave stores in Vancouver are the ones that carry local and sustainable products, as I’ve definitely mentioned before…what up, Body Politic!). But then again…no. I’m kinda also a traitor. Because if someone—even someone I don’t particularly know or like all that much—were to walk up to me right now and suggest we hop in a car and make a shopping run for the border, I’d do it. I’m doing it tomorrow, in fact (what up, Seattle!). And there’s a very good reason for that: it’s cheap. And plentiful. And in a huge store. So I go down