Pubdate: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 Source: View Magazine (Hamilton, CN ON) Copyright: 2007 View Magazine Contact: http://www.viewmag.com/ Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/2393 Author: Shain Shapiro SMOKING IN THE CITY Don't Want What You Already Got Since I moved to Amsterdam six months ago, the first question that I get upon returning to visit from my North American friends revolve around Holland's so-called liberal drug enforcement laws. "So what kind of pot have you smoked since you moved there?" and "How do you get anything done with all the pot available?" are two such popular questions. I have decided to write this article in response to said questions, because the ignorance and misinformation stemming from how North Americans see Holland requires clearing up. Thankfully, View has given me some space to help lift the veil that shrouds the truth about Amsterdam's pot culture, and what it is like to live there. Amsterdam is a crazy place, and it's definitely not for everyone. It takes a unique urbanite to live there, one accustomed to perpetual rain, life on a bike with no hand brakes and the eccentricities that abound in Dutch culture, both positive and negative. Yes, the Dutch are seen as one of the most liberal countries in the world, as they have legalized small amounts of soft drugs, regulated prostitution, and legalized euthanasia and gay marriage. Yet, the Dutch system is highly conservative, as their immigration policies and regulation and taxation of prostitution showcases. However, this article was not meant to generalize Dutch culture, far from it. Instead, I want to call bullshit on every marijuana comment that has been hurled at me, as assuming I moved to Amsterdam for the grass has become a tiring insinuation. When I was living in Hamilton, I was a recreational marijuana smoker. Finding the drug was not difficult, nor dangerous. Upon moving to Amsterdam, I decided to cut pot out of my life as an exercise in restraint, as my previous visits to the city were as a stoned tourist-where pot culture and coffee shops are a cash cow for the Dutch economy. However, once I was acclimatized to Dutch culture, I realized how many misconceptions there are when viewing the city as a tourist, and each time an uneducated frat boy from Virginia takes a bite of space cake, the myth that Amsterdam is a salacious hellhole of gratuitous drug use, sex and perversion strengthens. This myth, however enticing, is just that: a myth. On the contrary, Amsterdam is a boring, almost grossly civilized city. Living there, smoking pot became stigmatic, as one only wants what they can' t have. Amsterdamers do not smoke pot at the same ratio as tourists. Most of my Dutch friends do not smoke, and Holland has comparable drug use statistics among youth to Canada, America and the UK. Moreover, smoking outside is still illegal and highly disrespectful in Amsterdam, and as a result of outside influence, I have only smoked a few times since moving, mainly with North American friends who have come to visit, or fellow Canadians who live there. Marijuana is a minor cultural contributor to locals, as boozing is much more popular. Pot remains an elixir for tourists to get off on, rather than locals. Therefore, living in Amsterdam has nothing to do with pot, and Dutch culture, consequentially, became the conduit for helping to curb my habit. While smoking a joint was much more of an event in Canada, at home in Amsterdam, the desire to get high is much less potent. Sure, pot is as widely available at Tim Hortons and biking to school or work, I pass by dozens of coffee shops, each one specializing in decor, blend of coffee, board game of choice or drug-filled baked good. Yet, since moving, I have visited two coffee shops, each twice, even though there are over 100 in the city centre alone. I do not stroll in for a double double every time I pass a Tim's either, and my desire for crappy coffee is more potent than the Dutch's predilection to tune in, turn on and drop out. So there you have it, a simplistic, explanation that hopefully clears the misconception. Quitting was simple, because the temptation never emerged and without the cultural context, I would have ignorantly presumed. I hope I have cleared up a few misconceptions in relation to Amsterdam and its marijuana culture. Regardless, if you are in town, feel free to call me up if you have a brownie left over from your trip to the Van Gogh Museum. - --- MAP posted-by: Richard Lake