There have been so many times when, after observing an aspect of French culture, I have thought, “Wow, that is really nice; I can really appreciate that.” And then there have been times when I have been more like, “WTF France, get your shit together!” Continue reading
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I feel like I should preface this story by telling you that it ends in both tears and vomit, so sensitive stomachs beware.
I don’t want to dwell on the sickening details, so I’ll cut to the chase. Tonight, Madame Jan served me this…THING…that resembled a giant penis more than any non-penis object I have ever seen in my life. But WAY uglier. If a flacid penis is gross, then this was something from Dawn of the Dead.
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Posted in Salopes Aiment Ceci, Tours, France, Yummay Hunnay
The only thing more embarrassing than looking like a lobster after a day at the beach is having tan lines, which, with the modern technology of sunscreen and spray-tans, is completely avoidable!
I mean REALLY, Kim, get your shit together!
Then again, spray-tans can get streaky and, as it turns out, that urban legend that tanning beds are bad for you isn’t an urban legend after all…but fear not, for I present a solution: NUDE BEACHES.
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Posted in Bein' Frenchy, La Côte d'Azur, Salopes Aiment Ceci
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:
I support chickens of all sexual orientations. Therefore, in honor of not eating bigot chicken, I present to you Le McBaguette. Continue reading
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Scarves for Dummies: A Love Story
Read the tale of how one, lone, pink scarf from J. Crew’s 2012 Spring collection changed my wardrobe life…
Posted in .edu, Bein' Frenchy, Salopes Aiment Ceci
So one minute I’m dancing with a man in a costume at this open-air bar near La Loire, and the next thing I know, my voice is coming out of the loudspeakers, introducing myself–in what I’m sure was PARFAIT French (I kid)–and explaining why the Guingette is my favorite club in Tours.
Some of you might remember my deb ball this spring. Basically, my debut into French society was the same thing, but instead of the Dogwood Society in Knoxville, Tennessee, it was à la Guingette in Tours, France! I was…
What more could a girl ask for at her debut?!
Posted in Salopes Aiment Ceci, Tours, France
Le title says it all… “Parlé-ing Franglais” is when, after you may or may not have gotten into your 3€ bottle of wine, you mix French (le français) and English (l’anglais) words together, thus creating a super-sexy-pseudo-language I like to call FRANGLAIS.
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Whoever said money can’t buy you class–sorry, Luann!–clearly had never been to France: where wine is cheaper than water.
All it takes is a mere 3€ (2 coins here!) for INSTANT class.
Posted in Salopes Aiment Ceci, Yummay Hunnay
Sure, aux États-Unis we like to leisurely sip on our café, but not en France! We Parisian girls have things to see and people to do…wait…
Hence, I give you ESPRESSO. All the jitters of American coffee, with none of the giant mug! You can add crème and/or sucre to your espresso, but know that you are being judged by a café full of Paris natives not only for your Nikes but also for taking your coffee like an 11-year-old girl.
Posted in Bein' Frenchy, Salopes Aiment Ceci, Yummay Hunnay
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