Tag: australian vs american culture

  • Why Americans Say “I Appreciate You” Instead of “Thank You”?

    Why Americans Say “I Appreciate You” Instead of “Thank You”?

    AUSTRALIAN EYES ON AMERICA


    There’s a phrase I’ve heard quite a bit since moving to America that, even after eight years, I still don’t quite know what to do with.

    “I appreciate you.”

    It sounds nice. It is nice.

    Well, probably.

    But every time I hear it, the Australian in me still has the same reaction.

    You appreciate me?

    What have I done?

    “Thank you,” I understand. “Thanks, mate.” Easy. “Cheers, mate.” Even easier.

    But “I appreciate you”? Yeah, we’ve only just met. Where exactly is this going?


    The One Word That Changes Everything

    Before moving to the United States, my family and I came here on vacation quite a lot. Every now and then, I’d hear someone say “I appreciate you.”

    Once I actually moved here and started living and working among Americans every day, I heard it much more often, especially here in the South.

    Someone does some work at your house. You pay them.

    “I appreciate you.”

    You help a client sort something out at work.

    “I appreciate you.”

    To the person saying it, there may be nothing particularly remarkable about the exchange.

    To my Australian ears, it sounds surprisingly personal.

    If an Aussie mate of mine suddenly looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Mike, I appreciate you,” I’d immediately become suspicious.

    What do you want?

    Or are you taking the piss?

    Australians aren’t short of ways to express gratitude. We say “thanks,” “cheers, mate,” “you didn’t need to do that,” and plenty of other variations.

    I also say “I appreciate that” all the time. And that, I think, is where this gets interesting.


    I Appreciate That. Not Necessarily You.

    When my daughters were younger, I remember trying to get groceries out to the car while pushing a pram.

    You’ve got shopping bags. You’ve got a baby. Another child who has suddenly decided that the opposite direction is the only direction worth travelling in.

    Every now and then, someone would offer to help.

    “Oh, thank you. I really appreciate that.”

    Perfectly natural.

    But notice that final word.

    That.

    I appreciate the thing you did.

    Change one little word and suddenly it becomes:

    “I appreciate you.”

    Now you’re appreciating me.

    That sounds different. At least it does to me.

    I appreciate that refers to the action, while I appreciate you refers to the person
    One small word changes where the appreciation lands: on what someone did, or on the person who did it.

    Apparently, I’m Not the Only One

    I went looking online to see whether this was simply another case of me living in America for eight years and somehow misunderstanding everybody.

    Wouldn’t be the first time.

    It turns out people are surprisingly divided over “I appreciate you.”

    Some love the expression precisely because it moves the gratitude away from the act and toward the person. “Thank you” acknowledges what somebody did. “I appreciate you” acknowledges the person who did it.

    Which…

    Okay.

    That’s actually pretty nice.

    Damn it.

    I was hoping this would be easier.

    Other people hear exactly what I hear. To them, it can sound too personal or even slightly intimate for a brief interaction with someone they barely know.

    People even Google whether “I appreciate you” is flirting.

    That makes me laugh because nobody is sitting at home at midnight searching:

    Cashier said thank you. Does she want me?

    Change the exchange to “I appreciate you,” though, and suddenly someone is wondering:

    Hang on. What did she mean by that? Should I go back tomorrow?

    Mate, she was being nice.

    Leave the poor woman alone.

    Still, the fact that the question gets asked tells us something. “I appreciate it” doesn’t seem to create the same confusion. Neither does “I appreciate that.” It’s you that changes the feeling.

    Search asking whether saying “I appreciate you” is flirting
    Apparently, “I appreciate you” can sound personal enough that people actually wonder whether it’s flirting.

    Why “I Appreciate You” Sounds Southern to Me

    For a long time, I assumed this was simply an American expression.

    Then I realised my sample might be slightly skewed.

    I’ve spent most of my American life in the South. “I appreciate you,” including the more Southern sounding “‘preciate ya,” has long been associated particularly associated with Southern speech.

    That doesn’t mean people elsewhere don’t say it. They absolutely do.

    So before somebody in Wisconsin starts furiously typing, “I HAVE APPRECIATED PEOPLE SINCE 1987,” I’m not suggesting the South owns appreciation.

    It’s simply where I’ve really noticed it.

    And when I think about Southern conversation, the expression makes sense.

    People here can make remarkably small interactions feel personal. It’s one of the things that surprised me after moving here: Americans will talk to complete strangers.

    You can be standing in a supermarket and suddenly find yourself talking to somebody you’ve never met about barbecue, the weather, their knee replacement and where their daughter went to college.

    You only wanted milk. Twenty minutes later, you’re practically family.

    Two strangers chatting casually in the aisle of a Dollar General store in Tennessee
    In the South, a quick trip to Dollar General can turn into a conversation with someone you’ve never met.

    Maybe “I appreciate you” belongs in that same world.

    It’s a little warmer than the interaction actually requires.

    The bloke fixing your air conditioner isn’t just the bloke fixing your air conditioner.

    He’s Dave.

    How’s your mum?

    Did your son win his baseball game?

    Here’s your cheque.

    I appreciate you.

    The Australian version might simply be:

    “Cheers, mate.”

    Same affection.

    Considerably fewer syllables. Efficiency.


    But Do People Actually Mean It?

    There’s another part of the expression that interests me.

    Once something becomes a phrase people use automatically, does it still carry its literal meaning?

    If someone says “I appreciate you” to every customer who walks through the door, do they genuinely appreciate every single one of them?

    Yeah, probably not.

    Sometimes it may simply be verbal furniture. It sounds nice, fills the space and signals that an interaction has gone well.

    We all do this.

    “How are you?”

    “Good, how are you?”

    Nobody wants the actual answer.

    “Well, since you’ve asked, my back’s playing up, the cat threw up at three this morning and I’m questioning several major decisions I’ve made since 1997.”

    No.

    “Good.”

    “I appreciate you” can work the same way. Sometimes it may simply mean “thanks,” “have a good one,” or “we’re finished here.” But sometimes it means considerably more.


    The Time I Knew They Meant It

    I spent many years working in banking, and I heard “I appreciate you” from clients fairly regularly.

    Usually it was simply part of the relationship.

    They’d say, “I appreciate you.”

    I’d respond, “No problem” or “No worries.”

    Someone offers me direct praise and apparently my Australian instinct is to immediately knock it down three levels.

    No worries.

    But I remember one situation involving a complicated deceased estate.

    Those situations can be difficult. There are documents everywhere, accounts that need sorting out and procedures that have to be followed.

    Meanwhile, the people you’re helping haven’t developed a sudden passionate interest in banking paperwork.

    Somebody has died.

    I worked through everything with the family and eventually got it finalised.

    They told me:

    “I appreciate you.”

    That one felt different.

    I knew exactly what they meant.

    They weren’t thanking me for processing some paperwork. They were saying:

    You helped us through this.

    In that moment, “I appreciate you” said something that “thanks” couldn’t quite say.

    Which is where my entire argument falls apart.

    Very inconvenient.

    Maybe the reason the expression can make me uncomfortable is also the reason it can be so effective.

    It is personal. That’s the point.


    Did Ted Lasso Have Something to Do With It?

    There is one other possible culprit in the wider popularity of “I appreciate you.”

    Ted Lasso. The show certainly didn’t invent the expression. People in the American South were using it long before Ted wandered into Richmond with a moustache and an alarming amount of emotional stability.

    But some viewers have said they started using “I appreciate you” after hearing Ted say it.

    Which makes perfect sense.

    You’ve got this relentlessly optimistic American bloke wandering around England telling people he appreciates them.

    The British are presumably thinking:

    Please stop.

    But the expression fits Ted because his whole character is built around making interactions personal. He notices people. He acknowledges them. “I appreciate you” does exactly that.


    I Still Can’t Bring Myself to Say It

    After eight years in America, I’ve picked up plenty of American language without even noticing.

    “I appreciate you” has never made the journey.

    Somebody could do something wonderful for me and I’d happily say:

    “Mate, thank you. I really appreciate that.”

    That sounds like me.

    “I appreciate you”?

    I feel like there should be soft music.

    Maybe a candle.

    At the very least, someone’s buying dinner.

    But I understand the expression better than I did when I first started hearing it.

    Sometimes it’s simply another way of saying thank you.

    Even a habit.

    Sometimes it means exactly what it says.

    And perhaps that’s one of the things I’ve come to appreciate about living in America, especially here in the South. There’s often a willingness to add a little warmth to an interaction that doesn’t strictly require it.

    “Have a blessed day.”

    “Y’all come back.”

    “You be safe.”

    “I appreciate you.”

    My Australian side still hears those last three words very literally.

    The person saying them might simply mean:

    “Thanks, mate.”

    Just with considerably more emotional paperwork.

    I still don’t think I’m going to start saying it.

    I’d get halfway through and lose my nerve.

    “I apprecia… cheers, mate.”

    There we go. Back on familiar ground.


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  • Are Bogans Just Australian Rednecks?

    Are Bogans Just Australian Rednecks?

    If you ask an Australian what a bogan is, there’s a good chance they’ll immediately say:

    “Basically Australia’s version of a redneck.”

    And honestly… that’s not completely wrong.

    A bogan is usually someone seen as rough around the edges, loud, proudly uncultured, and deeply committed to their own style regardless of what society thinks about it.

    But like most Australian things, it’s a bit more complicated than that.

    Because in Australia, “bogan” can be:

    • an insult
    • a joke
    • a personality type
    • or something people weirdly become proud of once they hit their 30s.

    Especially once winter arrives and half the country suddenly looks like it’s preparing for a camping trip to Bunnings.


    So… What Actually Is a Bogan?

    The easiest way to explain a bogan to Americans is this:

    Imagine someone who:

    • drinks energy drinks like water
    • owns at least one pair of thongs specifically for the servo
    • thinks a loud exhaust adds horsepower
    • and has definitely said “yeah nah” during a serious conversation.

    That’s roughly the territory we’re working with.

    There’s also a decent chance they:

    • own a Holden Commodore
    • wear a flanno year-round
    • have strong opinions about meat pies
    • and know someone named “Dazza.”

    And before Australians start yelling at me…

    Yes, women can absolutely be bogans too.


    Women Can Be Bogans Too

    Important clarification here:
    bogans are not exclusively blokes.

    Australia has produced many female bogans over the years too.

    Usually identified by:

    • oversized sunglasses
    • aggressively highlighted hair
    • iced coffee
    • and the ability to yell across an entire carpark without moving.

    There’s also a strong chance of seeing:

    • fake leopard print somewhere
    • a cigarette being held with deep emotional commitment
    • and at least one sentence beginning with:

    “Listen here, hun…”


    Growing Up Around Bogans

    I grew up on the south coast of NSW in a town called Nowra, which Australians would politely describe as “a bit bogan.”

    And by “a bit bogan,” I mean there was a decent chance of seeing:

    • someone doing laps of the main street for three straight hours
    • someone arguing outside Centerlink before 9am
    • or half the Bomaderry Pub carpark filled with Commodores held together by stickers and optimism.

    Australian country towns also have a long tradition where young people simply drive up and down the same street repeatedly for entertainment. (I may have done that myself in my yellow Datsun 180b years ago too).

    Which sounds ridiculous now that I say it out loud…

    …but honestly, we all did it.


    But Not Everyone in a Flanno Is a Bogan

    This is where Americans can get confused.

    Because Australia has a lot of overlap in clothing.

    Tradies wear flannos.
    Farmers wear flannos.
    Half of Canberra wears flannos once winter hits.

    Wearing one doesn’t automatically make you a bogan.

    Otherwise half the country would qualify by July.

    My wife loves calling me a bogan because I wear flannos around the house, but honestly, if you’ve spent a winter in Canberra you realise the entire city starts looking like a camping catalogue.

    UGG boots everywhere.
    Flannos everywhere.
    People scraping ice off their windscreen holding servo coffees the size of paint tins.

    Canberra might be Australia’s capital…

    …but there’s a strong argument it’s also the flanno capital.

    And regional Australia is different again.

    You’ll see plenty of farmers in old flannos and muddy boots, but that doesn’t make them bogans. That’s just practical country Australia.

    A farmer with an Akubra and an old ute is not the same thing as a bloke doing burnouts outside a kebab shop at midnight while blasting AC/DC through a cracked Bluetooth speaker.

    There are levels to this.


    Bogans Exist in New Zealand Too

    Australians don’t fully own bogan culture either.

    New Zealand absolutely has bogans too.

    Slightly different flavour…
    same overall energy.

    More likely to involve:

    • rugby
    • old Falcons
    • stubbies
    • and someone named “Gazza” yelling across a backyard.

    Australians and New Zealanders may disagree on many things…

    …but both countries can instantly recognise a bloke wearing a flanno carrying a box of beer like it’s an Olympic event.


    Bogans and Eshays Are Also Different

    Now before Australians start another argument in the comments…

    Eshays are a completely different category again.

    Different haircut.
    Different posture.
    Different soundtrack.

    Usually found travelling in packs near train stations while wearing enough Nike gear to qualify as sponsored athletes.

    A bogan might own a Holden Commodore on purpose.

    An eshay is more likely to ask if you’ve got a spare vape.

    Australians know these are completely different subcultures, even if they occasionally overlap in the wild.


    Famous Australian Bogans on TV

    If Americans want a rough cultural reference point, Kath & Kim is probably the best introduction to suburban Australian bogan energy.

    Not every bogan looks like Kim Craig…

    …but every Australian knows someone who reminds them of her.

    Housos is what happens when you turn the dial all the way to maximum.

    Australia’s greatest cultural achievement might honestly be our ability to create entire TV shows based around people yelling in thongs outside a servo.


    So… Are Bogans Australia’s Version of Rednecks?

    Kind of.

    But Australian bogans usually feel a bit more suburban than rural.

    Less camouflage.
    More flanno.
    Less pickup truck.
    More Holden Commodore with one mismatched door.

    And unlike America, Australians tend to joke about bogans constantly — including themselves.

    That’s probably the biggest difference.

    Deep down, most Australians know they’ve got at least a tiny bit of bogan in them somewhere.

    Usually it appears:

    • at Bunnings
    • during summer cricket
    • or while wearing UGG boots to the shops pretending it’s acceptable.

    Which, to be fair…

    it absolutely is.

  • Is American Friendliness Real or Fake?

    Is American Friendliness Real or Fake?

    If you’ve ever wondered why Americans seem so polite, you’re not alone.

    It’s one of the first things you notice… and one of the hardest things to figure out.



    I remember a moment early on that really threw me.

    We’d have women come over to the house to see my wife Nikki.
    They’d be warm, chatty, asking questions, including me in the conversation like we’d known each other for years.

    And then the next time we’d see them… usually with their husbands…
    they’d barely speak to me.

    Same people. Same setting. Completely different energy.

    I remember thinking,
    hang on… was that real?


    At the time, I genuinely didn’t know what to make of it.

    I remember thinking…
    maybe there’s some kind of unspoken American rule here.
    Like wives don’t really talk to other husbands once their own partner is around.

    It sounds ridiculous now, but in the moment, it honestly threw me.

    Because the warmth I’d experienced the first time felt completely genuine.
    There was nothing fake about it.

    And then suddenly… it just wasn’t there anymore.

    I couldn’t quite reconcile the two.



    And that wasn’t the only time.

    Over the first couple of years, I kept running into moments like that.
    People being incredibly open… and then just as quickly, distant again.

    Not rude.
    Not cold.
    Just… different.

    And to be honest… I’m not even sure I fully understand it now.


    Over time, I realised it wasn’t everyone.

    There are plenty of situations where that warmth carries through.

    The some of the dance mums I see at competitions, for example, are usually really chatty.
    Easy to talk to. Inclusive. Just… normal.

    (Well… most of them.)


    And in those environments, it feels natural.
    Consistent.

    Which is what makes the other experiences stand out even more.


    I’ll be honest… there are moments where it does feel a little bit fake.

    Not in a deliberate way.
    Not like people are trying to deceive you.

    But there’s definitely a situational quality to it.

    I’ve had people I genuinely thought were good friends…
    people we spent time with, had conversations with, felt connected to…

    and then when our situation changed—when we moved, or the context shifted—

    it became clear the relationship was more tied to that situation than I realised.

    In one case, it turned out what I thought was a friendship…
    was really more of a business relationship.

    That was a strange one to process.


    What I’ve started to notice is that friendships here can feel more… compartmentalised.

    You’ve got:

    • work friends
    • school friends
    • dance friends
    • church friends
    • hobby groups

    And those worlds don’t always overlap.

    You can be very friendly with someone…
    but only within that specific environment.


    This ties into something I noticed about everyday interactions as well →
    Why Americans Say “You’re Welcome” So Often


    Whereas back in Australia…
    it often felt more fluid.

    You’d meet someone in one context…
    and over time they’d just become a mate.

    They’d move across different parts of your life with you.

    Barbecues. Birthdays. Random catch-ups.
    It all blurred together.

    Here, it feels more defined.

    Not worse… just different.


    And then there were moments that made it even harder to read.

    When we first moved here, we were invited to all sorts of things.

    Church events mostly.
    Trunk or treat. Fall festivals. Christmas gatherings.

    There was always something on.



    And at the time, it felt incredibly welcoming.

    People were warm.
    Inclusive.
    Eager to have us there.

    We thought… this is amazing.


    But over time, we started to realise something else was going on as well.

    A lot of those invitations weren’t just about connection.
    They were also about bringing people into something.

    Church communities. Groups. Networks.

    And once you saw that…
    it didn’t make it fake.

    But it did change how it felt.

    Because the friendliness wasn’t always just about you.
    It was also about something bigger.


    Seasonal events like this are a big part of American life — decorations, themed setups, the whole thing.
    If you’ve never seen it, this is the kind of thing people go all out for → Amazon Trunk or Treat Decorations


    I think that’s where the confusion comes from.

    American friendliness often feels very real in the moment.
    Because it is.

    People are open.
    They’re expressive.
    They include you quickly.


    It’s similar to something I noticed with goodbyes as well →
    Why American Goodbyes Feel Faster Than Australian Goodbyes


    But at the same time…
    it can also be situational.

    Tied to:

    • the environment
    • the purpose
    • the group

    And when that situation changes…
    sometimes the relationship changes with it.


    That’s probably the biggest shift for me.

    Back home, friendliness often felt like the beginning of something.

    Here… it can sometimes feel like part of the moment itself.



    And if you expect it to mean the same thing…
    that’s where it gets confusing.



    And then there are people who cut straight through all of that.

    One of the people we’re closest to now lives just a couple of doors down from us.

    She’s American… but she spent 14 years living in Australia.

    Sometimes you even hear a slight accent come through.

    And with her, everything just feels… familiar.



    Easy to talk to.
    Consistent.
    Natural.

    Relatable.


    I don’t think American friendliness is fake.

    But I do think it works differently.

    It’s more immediate.
    More expressive.
    More tied to the moment you’re in.

    And if you try to measure it by Australian standards…
    it can feel inconsistent.

    Even a bit confusing.

    But once you start to see it on its own terms…

    it makes a bit more sense.

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  • Dance Competitions in America: When the Show Becomes the Focus

    Dance Competitions in America: When the Show Becomes the Focus

    This week in America, I found myself thinking about something I didn’t expect to.

    Not the choreography.
    Not the scores.

    But the atmosphere around dance competitions.

    The Difference Between Dancing and Being Seen

    My daughter, Georgia, competed interstate again recently.

    She dances a lyrical solo and four group routines, and she’s been dancing since she was two years old. Eight years of repetition. Studio mirrors. Quiet improvement over time. That means living out of a dream duffle on these weekends, she’s proud of her bright blue one!

    Her style is subtle. Musical. Controlled.

    It’s not built on tricks or big expressions that grab attention instantly.
    It doesn’t demand applause in the first few seconds.

    It builds.

    And watching her perform in a large American dance competition made something very clear to me:

    America does competitions loudly.

    It’s something I’ve noticed more broadly living between two countries as well — I wrote more about that here > Things Americans Think Are Normal


    The Scale of Dance Competitions in America

    If you’ve never been to a dance competition in the United States, the scale can be surprising.

    • Full stage lighting and production setups
    • High-energy announcements
    • Packed auditoriums
    • Merchandise tables
    • Families travelling across state lines

    It’s impressive. Genuinely.

    People show up in a big way. Grandparents, extended family, entire studio communities.

    There’s a strong sense of support and celebration — and that’s something America does exceptionally well.

    But with that scale comes something else.

    Visibility becomes currency.


    What Gets Noticed First on Stage

    In a large, high-energy environment, certain styles land immediately.

    • Big movements
    • Strong projection
    • Trick-heavy choreography
    • High energy from the first moment

    These routines read from the back of the auditorium. They’re easy to see. Easy to react to.

    Georgia’s dancing is different.

    She doesn’t command the room in the first five seconds.

    She invites you in.

    And that’s a much quieter exchange.

    Not worse.
    Not better.

    Just… different.


    When Visibility Starts to Equal Value

    Watching the competition unfold, I noticed something subtle.

    Nothing dramatic. Nothing unkind.

    Just human nature.

    When a dancer places highly, attention expands.
    When they don’t, it quietly contracts.

    Parents gather. Conversations shift. Energy moves.

    And in that environment, it’s easy — very easy — for young dancers to absorb a message:

    The more visible you are, the more valuable you are.

    That louder equals better.
    That being noticed equals success.

    And that’s where it gets complicated.

    It’s just a different cultural rhythm — something I’ve noticed in everyday interactions too, not just competitions → Why American Goodbyes Feel Faster Than Australian Goodbyes


    As a Dad (and a Dancer), This Sat With Me

    Because I don’t want my daughter to feel like she needs to become louder to be valued.

    I don’t want her to equate size with success.

    I want her to fall in love with something deeper:

    • The craft
    • The repetition
    • The satisfaction of getting a phrase exactly right

    She’s been dancing for eight years.

    That’s not casual.
    That’s commitment.

    And commitment builds something most people don’t notice straight away:

    Depth.


    What Dance Taught Me About Competition (Then vs Now)

    I grew up competing in ballroom and Latin.

    At the time, competition felt like the goal.

    Now, it doesn’t.

    Now, the work feels like the goal.
    Competition is just the checkpoint.

    Because over time, something shifts.

    You start to understand what it actually takes to:

    • Build technique
    • Refine movement
    • Develop control
    • Chase mastery

    And you realise something simple:

    Applause fades.
    Craft compounds.


    Cultural Differences: Dance in Australia vs America

    Growing up in Australia, competitions felt different.

    • Smaller scale
    • Less theatrical
    • More grounded in the work

    Here in America, everything feels amplified.

    And amplification changes perception.

    It rewards what reads quickly.
    Magnifies personality.
    It elevates what’s immediately visible.

    There’s nothing wrong with that.

    It’s just a different cultural rhythm.

    I touched on a similar idea in a recent video as well — how small behaviours reveal deeper cultural patterns.


    The Long Game vs The Loud Moment

    Standing in that auditorium, watching the lights, the applause, the energy…

    I found myself thinking about the long game.

    Because I’ve seen what happens over time.

    The dancers who build depth — musicality, control, precision — may not dominate the first five seconds.

    But over time?

    They become undeniable.

    And that’s what I want for her.

    Not to be the biggest presence in the room.
    Not to chase attention.

    But to build something solid. Something lasting.


    Why Steadiness Matters More Than It Looks

    In a world that celebrates loudly, steadiness can feel almost invisible.

    But steadiness is what lasts.

    It’s what carries people through:

    • Plateaus
    • Losses
    • Quiet periods where no one is watching

    It’s what turns something from a hobby into a lifelong relationship.

    And that’s what dance has become for me.

    Not a performance.

    A practice.


    What This Week in America Made Me Realise

    This week, I didn’t just watch dance routines.

    I watched:

    • How energy gathers around success
    • How quickly attention shifts
    • How environments shape what gets valued

    And in the middle of all that, I watched my daughter.

    Eight years into something she’s still building.

    Not the loudest in the room.
    Not the most obvious.

    But steady.

    And I was reminded why I still dance too.

    Why I still train.

    Why the craft matters more to me now than the applause ever did.

    Because when you fall in love with something properly…

    The show becomes secondary.
    The work becomes central.


    Final Thought

    This week in America, I found myself thinking about more than dance competitions.

    I thought about:

    • Value
    • Visibility
    • What gets rewarded first

    And what I quietly hope still matters… long after the lights go down.

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  • Why Americans Seem More Polite Than Australians

    Why Americans Seem More Polite Than Australians

    When I moved to the United States from Australia, I expected obvious cultural differences.

    The size of everything.
    The accents.
    Food.
    The pace.

    What I didn’t expect was American politeness.

    Not that Americans are “more polite” than Australians.

    But that Americans are polite in very specific situations — in ways that feel culturally distinct from Australian directness.

    After eight years living in America as an Australian, I began noticing patterns. Small social rituals that wouldn’t even register back home.

    That’s what inspired this episode.


    American Politeness vs Australian Directness: A Subtle Cultural Difference

    One of the biggest cultural differences between America and Australia isn’t loud or dramatic.

    It’s in everyday interactions.

    Americans often apologise before asking for help:

    “Sorry to bother you…”
    “I hate to ask…”
    “I don’t want to be a pain…”

    Even when speaking to someone whose job is to help them.

    In Australia, the same interaction is usually simpler:

    “Hey mate — quick question.”

    Neither approach is rude.
    Neither is superior.

    They’re just different social systems solving the same problem: how to interact without creating friction.

    That difference fascinated me enough to write about it.


    Why Are Americans So Polite in Certain Situations?

    After years in the US, I realised something important:

    Americans aren’t polite all the time.
    They’re polite about certain moments.

    Door holding becomes a social event.
    Returning incorrect food comes wrapped in apologies.
    Compliments are often cushioned with disclaimers.
    Conflict is softened before it’s delivered.

    This isn’t fake politeness.

    It’s patterned politeness.

    There’s a strong cultural instinct here to minimise imposition — to soften requests, buffer feedback, and reduce social discomfort.

    Australian culture, by contrast, often reduces discomfort through directness.

    “Oi mate, I ordered the other one.”

    Clear. Neutral. Efficient.

    Different rhythm. Same intention.


    Culture Shock in America: The Politeness You Don’t Expect

    When people talk about culture shock in the United States, they usually mention scale, politics, tipping, or healthcare.

    Very few talk about micro-behaviours.

    The tone of a refusal.
    The choreography of declining an offer.
    The almost ritualised politeness during mild conflict.

    As an Australian living in America, these were the moments that stood out most.

    Not because they were dramatic.

    But because they were subtle.

    And subtle differences are often the ones that linger.

    If you’re interested in another subtle cultural pattern, I wrote about how farewells differ in the US compared to Australia here:

    👉 Read next: I’m Still Caught Off Guard by the American Goodbye


    Living in America as an Australian: How Culture Changes You

    The most surprising part of this cultural shift wasn’t what Americans do.

    It was what happened to me.

    After eight years, I catch myself apologising before asking questions.

    Softening requests.
    Buffering feedback.
    Adding reassurance where I never would have before.

    Not consciously.

    Just gradually.

    That’s what living overseas does.

    It doesn’t replace your identity.

    But it reshapes how you move through the world.

    You absorb patterns without realising it.

    And sometimes you only notice when you hear yourself say, “I’m so sorry to bother you…” and think — since when do I talk like that?

    That same slow cultural blending shows up in language too. If you’ve ever wondered when accents start to shift or blur after living overseas, I explored that here:

    👉 Read also: When Do Accents Start to Blur After Living Abroad?


    Cultural Differences Between the US and Australia: It’s About Rhythm

    There’s a moment in the episode where I compare American refusal patterns to a slow waltz.

    That wasn’t accidental.

    Politeness has rhythm.

    In the US, refusals often follow a sequence:

    “Oh no, it’s fine.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “I don’t want to be a bother.”
    “I really don’t mind.”

    It’s almost choreographed.

    Australia has rhythm too — just a different tempo.

    More direct. Fewer steps. Less cushioning.

    American politeness and Australian directness are simply two different choreographies.

    Watch the Episode: Things Americans Are Weirdly Polite About

    If you’d prefer to watch the full breakdown — including the door-holding ceremony, compliment buffering, and the apology reflex — you can watch it here:

    👉 Watch on YouTube:
    The American Version of Polite

    In the video, I walk through the moments that stood out to me most — and why they’re not criticism, just cultural observation.


    What This Episode Really Means

    At its core, “Things Americans Are Weirdly Polite About” isn’t about doors or apologies.

    It’s about adaptation.

    How culture shapes behaviour quietly.

    It’s about how both Americans and Australians are trying to do the same thing — move through shared space respectfully — but using different tools.

    And it’s about the realisation that living abroad doesn’t just teach you about another country.

    It slowly shows you who you’re becoming.

    After eight years in America, I’m still noticing.

    And I suspect I always will.

    Hoo roo maties.