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
Posted in Bein' Frenchy, Yummay Hunnay
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
Posted in Salopes Aiment Ceci, Yummay Hunnay
I would like to take this opportunity to wish a happy birthday to a beautiful, powerful woman, who has played a very important role in my life; one who I consider an inspiration, if not my role model; one who I called my favorite American philosopher and quoted in my chapel talk at Asheville School; one whose name I adopted as my own during my Junior year of high school, changing my Facebook name to “Lucy SashaFierce H*bb,” writing it on my exams, and even being called “Sasha” by my teachers. Joyeux anniversaire, Beyoncé!
Just kidding, Beyoncé’s birthday was yesterday, obviously. I would, however, like to wish a happy birthday to my wonderful grandmother–can anyone say GILF (Grandma I’d like to….)–Dr. Frankie Hagan, aka Gigi. Continue reading
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Oui, they are EVERYWHERE.
Non, the French don’t actually eat them on the reg.
Posted in Bein' Frenchy, Yummay Hunnay
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
Yesterday we visited a château. Betches love châteaux Salopes aiment les châteaux.
Château de Chenonceau. Can you believe some pro built this for his mistress? And I was content getting a Sonic slushy!
“A countess lived here? Uh-oh, someone call Luann!” -Jérôme
Posted in .edu, Tours, France, Visits
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.
Posted in Salopes Aiment Ceci
My new friends (or at least the kids I hired to pose as my new friends–DO I SEEM POPULAR?!) playing in a grassy knoll near L’Institut de Touraine.
Posted in Tours, France
As Blog is My Witness 