My friend from HS Ali is currently spending her semester away from her beloved New Orleans campus in the somewhat less-drunk French city of Aix-en-Provence. Her blog always makes me laugh, so I figured I’d share this one with you since it discusses similar experiences to the ones I’ve been having here in Paris. (Soon Vitalz will be getting her derrière to Paris, where she, Gabe Bender and I will relive the glory days of high school French classes- je blague. After which I’ll be meeting up with her in Rome for Halloween!) Cheers to mon amie Ali, and her all-too-true rules of living in France.
I figured I’d codify (wow, Student Conduct Board Member much?) the “rules” that I’ve learned since in France. I’m sure that this segment of the Semester Ablog Blog will be repeated a few more times this semester as I’m finding there are quite a lot of new social rules here in France.
Rule #1: Do Not Feed the Animals. This requires some clarification: by “animals” I mean specifically French females. This has to be a rule because walk down any street in France and you’ll feel the urge to buy every female age 15-35 either a huge cone of ice cream, a pie of (Boot) pizza or a very large sandwich. Look into any cafe at any time of day and you’ll see crowds of females but no plates in front of them - maybe a cafe or a drink of some sort, definitely cigarette in hand but where is your food, women of France?!
Rule #2: French music doesn’t really exist. Again, clarification: everywhere I go, I hear American music. In fact, the first song I heard when I arrived into Paris was “Come Together” by the Beatles followed by something by Katy Perry. I wondered, for a moment, if I had landed in France or in Heaven. (Turned out to be France.) Even my host mother’s ring tone is a Beatles’ song! My sole source of musical immersion is with the show N’Oubliez Pas Les Paroles. Otherwise, it’s pretty hard to find French beatz. Even the night clubs and bars play everything from John Mellencamp to Akon - I think I even heard some Weezy the other night…
Rule #2.5: My personal rule for Pop Music, if I haven’t heard it out of an F&M’s/Boot speaker - it doesn’t exist. Thus for those of you still in the states, educate me musically.
Rule #3: There’s no such thing as too many bisous. This rule applies mainly to French men. In my texting experience - albeit limited, thus far - every single text ends in “kisses” or “big kisses.” Really, men of France? I have never felt more College Frat Boy in my life than when I first reacted to this French habit of texting affection. All I wanted to do was put down the phone and run for les collines. Too many virtu-kisses!!
I’m sure I’ll learn more rules (after breaking them, I’m sure) when I’m in Munich this weekend. For the French this little 3 week period of partying is called La Fete de la Biere. For us, more commonly known as OKTOBERFEST!!!!! I’m planning on surviving. If you don’t hear from me by Tuesday, start checking the beer gardens. Now, in typical French-fashion: Gros-bisous tout le monde!