Les Generalizations on How the Other Half Lives + Why I Love French So Much

Generalizations are everywhere. French people don't care much for deodorant. Americans love big things and everything's huge in America. Especially the Americans/ They're obese. All French people are tiny and they don't eat a lot, but exercise much. Things I've heard about America, and generalizations I've believed or have heard about the French. And of course, all they are, are generalizations. Stereotypes. Not facts, not truths, just conceptions widely believed about each other. Some of my Frenchies are absolutely convinced that these are true, despite what I try to tell them otherwise. That's okay. Seeing and living it is believing it. That's the best convincing anyone can give. I think the reason I love French so much is because it's so close to Creole, my mother language. My mother's language. The language that comforted me even before I came out into this world, the language that let me know that all was well and that convinced me that life on the outside would be fine when I was untimely ripped from my mother's womb. This language sounds so comforting to me. I find myself surprised at the ease with which it flows from me, when I hear myself having a conversation with someone else. Of course, there are times when I feel completely stupid, that can't be helped. Then there are those other times when I feel I can express myself well. That makes me happy. I love this language, if it were a person, it would be my husband. My cuddly, sweet amazing husband who smells like crossants. Oh, and did I mention I can see the Eiffel Tower from the apartment where I live? And that there were fireworks in Paris yesterday? 9 12 2012