Les hommes français avec qui je veux... être leur amie et avec qui je serrais parler poliment...N'est pas?

Well, as this blog is already degenerating in any academic, societal, or other type of merit/value, allow me to do a post of pictures of attractive French men. That will be the subject of this post.

Nino Castelnuovo, specifically in the 1960s

Mathieu Kassovitz

Jean-Baptiste Maunier, aka my one true love in high school.

Guillaume Canet

Gaspard Ulliel

Cyril Descours

Benjamin Millepied

Thank you for your time.

Les relations sexuelles

Ha. I learned the french word for condom in high school, probably 9th or 11th grade, when Monsieur Drummond told us a very lovely story. Allow me to paraphrase:

A nun was out at breakfast at a cafe in France. Her French was (I'm guessing) somewhat limited. She wanted some jam for her toast, but did not know the French word. When the server approached, she tried "Pardonnez-moi monsieur, je voudrais un bol du 'jam' pour mon pain grille, s'il vous plait." The server did not understand. She tried again "Du...jelly?" (I don't actually remember the first two words she tried but let's just roll with it). Suddenly, she thought that maybe the word would be similar to preserves in English. Finally she declared. "Je voudrais un bol de[s] preservatif[s]." She had asked for a bowl of condoms. The server turned red and scampered off to find an English-speaking coworker to explain her error. She was very embarrassed.

The same week, he made the mistake of teaching us how to ask for a mint "Avez-vous une menthe?" Combining this with our new vocabulary word, un preservatif, we declared that we had finally learned a useful phrase in French.

Also, the fact that AIDS is a straight-up vocabulary word is a little bit frightening. Though I suppose if someone were telling you they had it, it would probably be useful.

Let's hope I don't get tricked into a green card marriage whilst in France. Ha ha. Ha.

La mode

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From my Handbook. Because I can't do my hw but apparently can blog about irrelevant things.

"I never wash my pants. I like to keep the night on them." - Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.

I am not a fan of the implication that United States students dress comfortably but not with style. Excuse me, not all of us wear gopher sweats to class. I basically wear jeans and sweaters and dark colors every day so I'm already on top of my game. Also skirts (for women). What about people who identify with a gender that isn't their biological one? Hmm? Or people that simply don't feel the need to follow their socially "accepted" modes of gender presentation?

(Oh god this blog is becoming a monster already like Mark Zuckerberg's LJ in The Social Network . Expect frequent references to this film).

Just a warning for when you are reading this in like, August, my "what to pack" posts are going to be FRANTIC.

Admis

HOW THRILLING, DEAR READERS. Now I only have to wait...4.5 months. NBD. At any rate, I'm incredibly excited. I have an orientation next week and received a handbook of sorts today, so expect some comments on that (my opinions on warnings like "don't make eye-contact with men"). Nobody is even reading this yet, but maybe a lucky few will get a link. A lucky few that actually care about my study abroad experience months before it begins.

Aka, not even my parents.