I’ve been told I come across “less superficial” in French. I speak fluently enough to hold my own in philosophical conversation and even land the occasional witty remark. Still, my silences project a certain naiveté: I smile at nihilistic men on the metro in a way that indicates
Somewhere there must be a vibrant not grey but orange and violet arena in which passion can rear its beautiful laughter and no one feels anything but alive and happy and grateful about it.
I like Beigbeder already: he sounds like my kind of guy. I should love to attend your talk but it's a bit of a trek (I live in London). Will it be livestreamed or recorded, Alicia?
Alicia! I have news for you. A beautiful twenty-something girl does not need technique or an exposed bra strap to seduce a Frenchman...or any other straight male not currently under vows of chastity. Hell, you could probably do it even if you weren't beautiful! I'm no Francophile, but I think that Frenchmen are pretty normal healthy males, to your point that perhaps in this country Me Too has gone a bit overboard.