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from The Crane Wife
So against anxiety and depression I'm trying something new : working out to death, I already can't for the life of me bare chloe ting's videos but worse case scenario I'll get a six pack
Miles Johnston aka Miles J. Johnston (British, b. Fleet, Hampshire, England, based Simrishamn, Sweden) -Â Countercurrent, 2020, Paintings
Je suis un peu choquĂ©e de la vĂ©ritĂ© crue du livre d'Edouard Louis, En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule, il brise la rĂšgle tacite qui dit que certaines choses doivent rester secrĂštes, la honte que nous font parfois Ă©prouver nos parents, ces habitudes qui nous rĂ©pugnent et tous ces secrets d'enfant que l'on dit futiles une fois adulte et dont on ne parle pas. Je ne raconte pas au psy ces efforts dĂ©mesurĂ©s pour changer, pour devenir insensible et intouchable, comme j'avais compris que je n'avais pas la haine qu'avaient les filles qui voulaient me frapper et qu'il allait falloir la fabriquer. Je n'ai fait que ça: me conformer, faire clan, ĂȘtre plus forte que les autres, ne rien sentir. Et puis l'obligation plus tard de recommencer en sens inverse, de se battre contre cette rigiditĂ© coĂ»te que coĂ»te pour Ă nouveau, faire partie. Je ne sais plus ce que c'est que d'ĂȘtre sans se faire violence, sans se contenir ou se forcer, l'idĂ©e de ne pas le faire est terrifiante.
perhaps as French people we should tone down out hatred of the English and American people, for if they did not exist, we would, undoubtedly (and deservedly), be the most hated nation on this good green earth
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Jâai fais le mĂ©nage je me sens tellement mieux, incroyable ne pas vivre dans une poubelle fait du bien.Â
why are french people rude?
Ah well, the safest explanation when an entire countryâs people are stereotyped as rude is that they have their own culture with different criteria for politeness than the ones you are used to. Itâs probably easier for Americans to forget this than for the rest of the world, because they consume less foreign media than the rest of us (from literature in translation to foreign films) and are less exposed to aspects of foreign cultures that could inform them about different norms of politeness (online interactions happen in their own language and follow their own (anglo) social codes.) With this insular worldview itâs easy to take it for granted that American good manners are universal. They are not!
A very common gripe against American tourists in Paris is that they talk so loudly in public spaces, which is definitely rude here but I assume that in the US, people just have a different threshold for what constitutes âloudâ (I wonder if it is due to being used to having more space than Europeans). I also remember a discussion I had with one of my translation professors about the American concept of âactive listeningâ and how negatively it is perceived in France. It may be that in the US it is polite to make âlistening noisesâ at regular intervals while someone is speaking to you, âuh huhâ, ârightâ, âyeahâ, âreally?â, and that you would perceive someone who just stands there silently as disinterested or thinking about something else. In France it is more polite to shut up and listen (with the occasional nod or âmmhâ) and itâs rather seen as annoying and rude to make a bunch of useless noise while someone is speaking.
There are of course countless examples like that. The infamous rude waiters in Parisian cafĂ©s probably seem a lot more rude and cold to people who have a different food culture⊠People from other cultures might consider a waiter terrible at his job if he doesnât frequently check on them to make sure they donât wait for anything, but the idea that a meal is a pleasant experience rather than just a way to feed yourself (esp when eating out) means we like having time to chat and just enjoy our table for a while, so we donât mind as much waiting to order or for the next course. French people would typically hate if an overzealous waiter took the initiative to bring the note once weâre done with our meal so we donât have to wait for it, as it would be interpreted as âyouâre done, now get out of my restaurant.â
The level of formality required to be seen as polite is quite high in France, which might contribute to French people being seen as rude by people with a more casual culture. To continue with waiters, even in casual cafĂ©s they will address clients with the formal you and conversely, and wonât pretend to be your friend (the fact that we donât have the American tip culture also means they donât feel the need to ingratiate themselves to you.) I remember being alarmed when a waitress in New York introduced herself and asked how I was doing. âSheâs giving me her first name? What⊠am I supposed to with it? Use it?â It gave me some insight on why Americans might consider French waiters rude or sullen! It might also be more accepted outside of France to customise your dishâmy brother worked as a waiter and often had to say âThat wonât be possibleâ about alterations to a dish that he knew wouldnât fly with the chef, to foreign tourists who were stunned and angry to hear that, and probably brought home a negative opinion of French waiters. In France where the sentiment in most restaurants is more ârespect the chefâs skillâ than âthe customer is kingâ, people are more likely to be apologetic if they ask for alterations (beyond basic stuff) as you can quickly be seen as rude, even by the people you are eating with.Â
And I remember reading on a website for learning English that the polite answer to âHow are you?â is âIâm fine, thank you!â because itâs rude to burden someone you arenât close to with your problems. In my corner of the French countryside the polite thing to do is to complain about some minor trouble, because saying everything is going great is perceived negatively, as boasting, and also as a standoffish reply that kind of shuts down the conversation, while grumbling about some problem everyone can relate to will keep it going. (French people love grumbling as a positive bonding activity!)
Basically, before you settle on the conclusion that people from a different place are collectively rude, consider that if you travel there and scrupulously follow your own cultureâs social code of good manners, you might be completely unaware that you are being perceived as obnoxious, rude or unfriendly yourself simply because your behaviour clashes with what is expected by locals.
Such cool information buried in the tags. I love leaning this kinda shit yâall itâs so cool
One a friend told me a while back:
Whilst travelling in South Africa she popped into a dry cleaners. The two ladies behind the counter were talking. Being a polite English woman, my friend waited for them to finish their conversation and acknowledge her.
However, as time went on she began to get more and more annoyed. The girls were aware of her presence, they kept glancing at her, but continued their conversation.
Eventually, just as she was getting ready to storm out one of the girls slammed her hands on the counter and yelled âwoman, are you EVER going to say hello?â
Turns out, in South Africa it is considered polite to wait for customers to come to you, rather than âpressureâ them into talking to you when they âclearlyâ arenât interested.
Adding to the whole âmanners are different in different placesâ for countries Iâve lived in: In China it is considered very bad manners, when giving or receiving business cards or money or other similar flat rectangular objects, to use one hand. In the West if weâre giving or receiving business cards or bank notes we donât even THINK about how we give or receive it - people use one hand all the time - but in China if you DONâT use two hands itâs considered really impolite and disrespectful, and people can actually get offended (especially if they gave you the thing with two hands and you took it with only one).Â
In Western countries weâre always taught that âitâs rude to stare at strangersâ, yet in China people will openly stare at you and not even consider that it might be rude or uncomfortable. Itâs just not considered rude in China, itâs considered perfectly normal and unremarkable - if youâre unfamiliar in some way, they will stare at you, thatâs it. It takes some getting used to, because for those of us from the West it IS VERY uncomfortable and rude, but you have to keep remembering that itâs not done to be rude or offensive - if you did the same back to them nobody would bat an eyelid.
In the Philippines, when somebody visits you while youâre eating, you have to offer them food. And on the other end of the spectrum, when you are being offered food, you need to refuse once. Only once. Then when they insist, you have to. You canât refuse.
Yesterday, an American came to the office and when he refused to eat with us three times I swear the tension in the room sky rocketed.
Ornella Muti (1994)
I guess the reason why Iâm always running out of energy and willpower is that the thought of always being broken and inadequate is still there. I donât believe I can be happy, I donât really think Iâll be a new person in NY or in the next place Iâll decide to live (= Iâm doing a gemmology school next year I can do it in NY or Bangkok). Itâs rooted in me since that very first cowardice that my life is basically a joke. (cf when I convinced myself at 11yo that I was retarded and decided to stop trying) I believe that Iâve took a road outside life and follow it for so long that itâs impossible to do anything now. I feel like my present self has no value because of it: what I shouldâve been and live, the only truth was aborted, so how can I find or know myself now ? It disqualifies every experciences, progress or moments of happiness, all of it happens to a person born out of a shameful choice. And so each step I try to take forward deepens the wound and humiliation, worsen the belief of my life being a farce. No matter what I do or how I do it I canât escape the box Iâm in. I guess the tension lies in my incapacity to choose between fighting my belief or accepting it.Â
Iâve just witness someone fuck up something great the dumbest way possible, something I wish i had so it made me sad and disappointed, then i realised i do this shit everydayÂ