I have posted about things I find not to my liking in France. Fewer things than the U.K., admittedly.
I hesitate to write this, since many of my American friends and acquaintances feel that any criticism I level is the result of my acquired status of "expat snob." Still, a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do.
I hereby declare that my own country, the one whose passport I still carry, the one where I still vote, takes the cake. In the United States of America:
- The national debt is at record levels
- Homeland Security is a joke
- Iraq is a tragedy
- Health care is practically non-existent
- The schools don't deserve the name
- Lobbyists are running the country
- New Orleans is in ruins
- The environment doesn't bear thinking about
France, the country that I currently call home, has just elected a president who barely, rarely, lives with his wife. His opponent, who lost for political, not moral, reasons, has four children by the man she lived with for 30 years. They split up after the election -- they both want to be president -- but she's still a good candidate for next time. It is also worthy of note that here in the land of high fashion no one commented on her wardrobe -- at least not in the news pages. President Mitterand's funeral was attended by both his families, including children. It was the first time the wife and mistress had met. No one commented on their clothes, either.
Can we go back to that list? Can we grow up? Please?