The 5 Oddest American Trends That Other Countries Stole

All across Pyongyang, Lafforgue encountered people sporting distinctly American corporate logos: Nike, McDonald's, Mickey Mouse, and ... Bart Simpson?

When asked about the products, citizens didn't see any problem: They told Lafforgue that they were Chinese in origin. And that's not entirely wrong -- the vast majority of North Korea's goods are imported from China, aka "America's sweatshop."

It doesn't end at clothing: Here's an obvious rip-off of America's favorite soda, creatively relabeled "Cocoa Crabonated [sic] Drink."

After six successful trips to North Korea, and smuggling out hundreds of photos, Lafforgue was eventually banned from the country -- whether for exposing its rampant poverty, its hypocritical love of Western products, or just to keep Coke from sending Copyright lawyers to Pyongyang, we simply do not know.

Performers in the genre don't mimic cholo lifestyle lightly -- they full-on embody it, adopting entirely new identities like MoNa aka Sad Girl, El Latino, and GARCiA. But even Tokyo's Cholos aren't as dedicated as Tokyo's Rockabillies.

Unlike America, where Rockabilly has been largely forgotten, the genre saw a huge resurgence in '80s Japan, and it only grew in the '90s. Now, on any given Sunday, you can find the Tokyo Rockabilly Club in Yoyogi park. Don't worry, you can't miss them: They'll be the ones decked out in full leather, rocking out to the finest of the '50s, and sporting duck's ass hairdos you could -- nay, should -- ramp a DeSoto off of.

Everyone knows the only thing Americans love more than Old Glory and casual racism is fueling their ever-growing waistlines, so one of the most important aspects of an American party is the food: Sloppy Joes, hamburgers, hot dogs, pizza, donuts, popcorn, French fries, soda, and anything else with at least a 500:1 calorie-to-nutrient ratio. But the single most important element of any American Party is, of course, the humble red Solo cup.

As any '90s teen comedy film can tell you, it is literally impossible to throw a party in the U.S.A. without red Solo cups. They're so crucial to the experience that Europeans have taken to begging their U.S.-bound friends and relatives to bring back as many packs of them as their luggage can handle.

That's presumably also how they smuggle in their party attire, because there's simply no other way to dress so authentically American:

Of course, there's a thin line between authenticity and "wildly offensive."

Actually, digging into it a bit, it may be more explicable than we first thought: When American soldiers liberated Berlin at the end of World War II, they were surprised to find that, just like the kids back home, German children loved to play at a romanticized version of the American Old West. This was largely due to the work of German author Karl May, who drew upon his vast experience of having once read The Last Of The Mohicans to pen a series of novels recounting the thrilling adventures of Old Shatterhand, a German immigrant to America who travels the plains with an Apache leader known as Winnetou.

Those books, in turn, inspired an immensely popular series of 1960s films, and that's how you wind up with countless Germans -- who already have a "thing" for nudity -- citing authenticity as an excuse to barely cover their dongs with miniscule strips of leather.

Germany is host to hundreds of hobbyist clubs in which "thousands of Germans with an American Indian fetish drink firewater, wear turquoise jewelry and run around places like Baden-Wurttemberg or Schleswig-Holstein dressed as Comanches and Apaches." These enthusiasts spend their weekends camping out in teepees, reenacting battles between tribes, giving themselves native-sounding names like "White Wolf" and "Great Eagle (but not the Nazi kind)," and just generally doing lots of things involving feathers.

Eighty years before the Nazis fled to the sun and fun of Brazil, at least 10,000 Civil War Confederates did the same. Today, their descendants, known as the Confederados, honor their Southern American roots every April at the Festa Confederada in -- no shit -- Americana, Brazil.

In direct contrast to literally everything you'd rightfully assume about it, the "Confederate Party" is actually a multi-ethnic celebration, where people of every skin color gather to eat fried chicken, dress in period-appropriate clothing, square dance, and remain entirely oblivious to the bigoted roots of the culture they're celebrating.

If anything, the celebration is actively anti-hate, with festival organizers instituting a gate check where burly bouncers filter out anyone displaying the SS, the swastika, the KKK insignia, or any other imagery commonly associated with white supremacy ... the obvious exception being, you know, all the rebel flags.

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