Greetings from 1950s America! No, not really. But yes, really.
I disappeared last week because I was working on an article for my friend's Seattle news website about the Dominic Strauss-Kahn debacle -- a first-hand report from someone living in the Paris hot zone. It's not the kind of writing I usually do and I got very wrapped up in it because I wanted to hit the right tone -- you know, not too screechy as I screeched about suddenly realizing I'm living in an old-fashioned culture full of misogyny and cavemen.
I can't begin to get into all the things I've heard and read in the French press the past couple weeks. I will not pollute my happy little blog. I can tell you it would give many Americans a sense of déjà vu, as I imagine these are the kinds of titillated "tough shit, ladies" attitudes that got tossed around fifty years ago in the States.
I don't know what the guy did or didn't do. Maybe he's guilty, maybe he's innocent. I am fairly certain he's an asshole either way -- but that doesn't matter and his innocence or guilt is not even my point. My point is, this case has opened the floodgates and revealed the deep-seated misogyny in French culture. (There are many reasonable voices calling for cultural introspection, too, but from what I can tell they seem to be the minority?) Truth is out. France is way behind the times. Way. Behind.
You can call me an American prude all you want, Frenchies -- but please realize that word doesn't make much sense when discussing an act of violence.
We are SO not getting along right now,
P.S. I'll be back tomorrow with pictures of kittens or something.