A name caller pigeonholes herself in France
I am pretty easygoing. There are not that many things that bother me in this nice life that I have; just two little pesky things at this moment. I am truly blessed to live in France: married to a wonderful French man, my in-laws finally like me, we have a nice roof over our heads, decent food to eat everyday, and kick ass healthcare. I can’t complain. Nor should any of us who have this fantastic opportunity to live in a foreign country and experience a life that most people can only dream of. We are so lucky.
So, back to what’s bothering me: two little tiny things. 1. The guys with the sledgehammers downstairs busting out a connecting wall – ‘toc ‘toc ‘toc (I am going to go mad!) and 2. This American blogger ‘Trapped in France’ (not the real title, but something close to that, you can use Google to find it) who continually stereotypes: French people are smelly (no, they are not), Arabs don’t have manners (it is the complete opposite, they are the most hospitable), French hospitals suck (what? no, they don’t), the French Post office sucks (ok, they do kind of, but they are improving). I don’t even know her and I already want to divorce her.
Yeah, yeah, I don’t have to read her blog, but you know what, there are only about 3,000 Americans living in France and she is one of them. Of those, there are about 100 blogs that are read daily by thousands of viewers. She is 65 million French peoples’ firsthand experience of an American, and she is ruining it for all of us! When you live in a foreign country, you are a diplomat for your home country whether you want to be or not. People are listening to you and looking to you to explain all things American: food, politics, point of view on wars, ethics and cultural differences, all through your actions and your words whether expressed vocally or on a public internet site. (‘toc, ‘toc, ‘toc) When you waste all your breath complaining, well, we look like … complainers—like spoiled brats.
She is obviously a very unhappily married woman who is displacing all of her anger, fears and insecurities on France. This is her subtitle: “Stories of an American housewife on an unfortunate journey in non-touristic France.” If I was her husband I would run far, far away. If I was any of her husband’s friends, I would cry at the mean and hurtful things that she says about them. If I were her husband’s family I would disown her and unfortunately anyone that knows her or reads what she writes. I would say “this is a typical spoiled, materialistic and ignorant American labeling people”. The stereotyper has pigeonholed herself in this predicament. And (‘toc, ‘toc, ‘toc) sledge-hammering should be illegal.
Moving to a strange country is hard (‘toc, ‘toc, ‘toc), and that is why it’s a called an adventure; it is not meant to be straightforward or else everyone would do it. France is a lovely country, but you need to get to know her first, give her a chance (France is feminine, thus commonly referred to as a “her”). One must really find out what she is all about, explore her streets, meet her people, experience life through them, find joy on each corner, embrace differences, learn from her history, and stop crying out loud saying: “in the USA it is like this or like that,” or “this would never happen in America.” You don’t live in America ANYMORE. When you really give your all to France, she will open up her bodice to you and embrace you. No one is “trapped”, (‘toc, ‘toc, ‘toc) you can leave, you can go back home to Minnesota or wherever the grass is greener, but really take a look at yourself first, and see what is truly ambushing you, and you will find out that it is yourself. Copyright © Riana Lagarde

