
I love the French because every other country I have been to besides France where I have attempted to speak the language, people are super appreciative of my efforts, even if I’m shit.
Not so in France. There’s often an air of arrogant expectation, because making an effort to speak French isn’t considered going above and beyond, but is expected (and if your French is mediocre, then you are not meeting that expectation). This isn’t always as abrasive as I make it sound here, but it is a sharp contrast to my experience in other countries.
I weirdly like this though. It’s a reflection of how British people travel about the world with a default assumption that many people will speak English. I have a Norwegian friend, for example, who said that when he was travelling, he was grateful that he knew English, because there would often be some people who could speak at least some English in most places he went. Attempting to speak French in France reminds me of how much privilege I have when travelling, because the French are as stubborn about expecting people to speak French as the English are about English. But the French are mainly like this within France, whereas English folk carry their expectations everywhere with them.
France feels like our sibling — we have a tumultuous relationship that could easily give the impression that we hate each other, but it’s far deeper than that. One of my interests is fashion history, and it’s so funny how many instances there are of a trend originating in France that people in Britain take notice of and want to emulate — in part because it is French: trends that are developing in a different cultural context, and are thus exotic and interesting compared to British fashion. Sometimes there’ll be attempts to stop trends from crossing the channel, but that just makes them seem cooler. If you want an example of one such trend, this video from Abby Cox is great.
But the cultural exchange happened in the other direction too; sometimes a trend would start in Britain and slowly diffuse over to France. Stuff like this is why I see the French as being our family. For better or for worse, we are joined together by history.








Exactly! That’s why I find it so refreshing.