A couple of months ago, I was reading the book from Reni Eddo-Lodge, Why I'm No Longer Talking to White People About Race. She talks about systemic racism in the UK. I would never have the audacity to say I can relate as I am white and born into an upper middle class family from France. But, her combat truly rang a bell and I wasn't sure why that bell vibrated so damn strongly inside of me.
I remember always fast-walking through the tunnels of the Paris subway, plunging into a run, slowing down, then sprinting out and twirling to avoid unnecessary contacts as I ended up fast-walking again. Once in front of the metro doors, I would shamelessly elbow people, looking straight ahead and very high above my nose like the truly disdainful Parisian I was. I sometimes wondered why people made such a fuss about French elegance, it was nothing more than a quick recipe of three: never care, always be in a hurry, and above all never queue!
Thank god for American junk food! I've landed 29 days ago on the American continent and, goshh, do I go crazy for all this ridiculous awesome food! I know, I know, today in our society junk food is almost as taboo as saying Voldermort in Harry Potter. I'm even part of that community, you know, the super annoying community that wants to take care of its body, eat better and healthier so as to stay fit and die much older. That community that pushes you to exercise at least once a week - "I promise, try walking for 30 minutes each day, you'll love it and won't be able to stop" - yes, that community! Or at least, I used to be part of it back in Europe and then I got to the U.S.
No sex before marriage! As a feminist this statement would have driven me insane a couple of months ago. I'm in my late twenties (just to avoid saying that I'm actually into my early thirties), I'm smart, I'm fun, I'm driven, I'm independent, I have some money saved up, and I'm usually pretty laid-back. Also—because otherwise none of this is relevant in our society—I'm quite charming and pretty.