I would say I was a Brit in a past life, but I spill way too much of my personal life to have that honor. The British are often quite reserved. Like, what’s going on in the Beckham family – I’m sure if Brooklyn didn’t disown his parents first, they would have disowned him for the disgrace of airing their dirty laundry.

But if it’s British, I’m here for it.

I listen to audio books and realized I only really love a book when it’s read to me in a soothing British accent. It’s so relaxing.

To add to that, Agatha Christie is my favorite author. I could watch every iteration of And Then There Were None and never get bored.

I’m all about their dry sense of humor. I might be a little more in love with Ricky Gervais than Larry David. No scratch that, Larry wins that one. No one beats my Larry. But I’m thisclose to subscribing to BritBox.

The “Keep Calm & Carry On” slogan originates with the British. I can’t stand someone who wallows in sorrow to garner sympathy from others. I know that sounds mean but I can’t help it if I like people who conduct themselves with a stiff upper lip.

I love their diverse culture; and it’s just accepted, not dissected. I had a friend tell me that no one in England really focuses on race, you’re discriminated against by how much money you have. Lesser of two evils, I think.

Speaking of money… they are appalled when people talk about it. A big no-no over there. They consider it very poor taste. Since I’m someone who couldn’t give 2 shits about other people’s money, and am definitely not impressed when I’m told about it, I love that they think it’s gross to discuss it.

The music scene. I mean, hello, The Beatles! Harry Styles 😍 Lily Allen! Coldplay! Adele! Madonna! Oh wait, Madonna isn’t British she just pretends to be. I don’t blame you Madge!

They even have their own little real-life soap opera with the Royal Family. I’m sure poor Queen Elizabeth is rolling in her grave over Andrew.

I’ll never forget being in my den in front of my bubble-back TV when I learned Princess Diana died. It still makes me sad.

Come to think of it, I actually bonded with my Biff because we were both obsessed with Harry & Megan and woke up at 4am to watch their wedding. We texted and swooned the whole time. Is it weird that I have a sense of pride that I share a wedding anniversary date with them? Yeah, it is. I don’t care.

Huzzah to the British! I think you’re bloody brilliant! 🇬🇧