A few years ago, my wife and I sat in a Paris restaurant. It was quiet, but for one table. Loud complaints could be heard. It was the only table speaking English. American English.
This was my first exposure to the ugly American on foreign soil.
Is it really possible that this can be the new voice for all Americans? Money money money me me me, finger-pointing protesters to get out of here. Supporters call this an authentic voice. Maybe the same can be said of a five-year-old.
The Sharing Economy feels more like a conversation. It’s voice is more related.