Fancy that, didn't really expect it but I miss French films. I used to hate them with a passion. I'd throw a tantrum every time Beb wanted to drag me to watch some obscure French movie that his friends recommended. I suppose that when you're living there, the French mentality gets to you and you start to rebel against it.
For example, everyone is very open about sex in France. You cannot on the TV or walk down the street without seeing nudity (like those magazine cover posters at bus stops). It has become a very not big deal. Last week, I might have dragged a few guys and kind of shocked them with my nonchalance over lingerie shopping. It created quite a stir on Monday amongst higher ups at the company...and this is an MNC through and through, people get blind drunk and do the craziest shocking things at our office events! Imagine if I'd been with a traditional GLC! I never even gave it a second thought all through the weekend. My reaction now is to pretend it all never happened.
From a perspective distance, you see things you don't see when you're scrutinising the culture,
beating it with a stick "Why can't you make me like you dammit!"
I saw no beauty. I only saw how this very European culture had no place in my Americanised, superficial life. I see now how wrong and closed off I was. You could say irony but I find than it's never too late to start, as long as you do.
The last time I was in Bangkok, the height of when me and beb were both were totally
uncommunicative with a 'je n'en peux plus!' vibe, we stayed up until late on a Sunday night to
watch a B grade french movie on TV5. I think we just missed the crappy shows that always felt
like it was shot in 1981 on TF1 or what was that horrible channel that always had depressing
porn after midnight again?
For the record, the aforementioned no plot french movie we watched was not porn.
Grass is greener and all that jazz, I expect.
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