I don’t hate the French. In fact, I have a friend who’s French and she’s amazing. I do have a problem with our (Americans’) fetishization of anything French. The dictum is that French things are automatically superior. We want to have their diets, lifestyles, closets, beauty secrets, men, language, customs, everything. Sure the French have a rich history, cool cuisine and famous artists. But what about the great things we have here?
Confession: I draw inspiration from people who live elsewhere, but I have to remind myself to be grateful for the wonderful things I have in the US. I have to make sure that my appreciation of “the other” doesn’t become an obsession or lead to a desire to become greedy and consume, consume, consume. Essentially, my appreciation and admiration should be healthy.
Just because something has origins different from my own, doesn’t make them any better (or worse) than what I already have. It just makes them different.
We must remember that everything comes with its pros and cons, and perhaps the grass isn’t always greener on the other side (or across the pond).