Sometimes I forget my own darn convictions.
Kate made an astute comment in response to my post yesterday lamenting our American obsession with excess and lack of movement:
And she’s absolutely right. When I write reviews of books written by American writers about French women, nine times out of ten the author will inevitably make some snide, condescending remark about her (and it’s almost always a woman writer) American sisters and how fat and lazy we are. I’ve always been extremely proud of being an American and would never renounce my citizenship of this amazing country. There’s no question that, statistically, we are fat, with over 2/3 of us overweight and about a full third of us actually medically obese. Lazy? Hardly. We clock more hours at work than even the Japanese. The Japanese! Hard to believe, but it’s true. We rank among the most productive industrialized nations on earth, and okay, so our financial systems are partially responsible for running the global economy into the dust, but hey, you can’t argue that these guys didn’t work 24/7 in the process of doing just that. (And yes, that statement is intended to be tongue-in-cheek.)
I still do believe that our perspectives on health, nutrition and exercise are skewed. Surely the rise in the amount of toxins in the environment isn’t solely to blame for our alarming rates of cancer and heart disease. The French get caner and heart attacks, too, but not nearly at the rates we do (although that’s slowly and sadly starting to change for the worst). They have longer life spans and profess a better quality of life. Statistics can be manipulated to suit one’s purposes — I’ve done it, you’ve probably done it — but hard numbers are difficult to entirely dismiss.
I happily admit to being wrong, however, in not acknowledging that we American women deserve a lot of credit for all that we’ve accomplished. My Inner French Girl celebrates the beauty, strength, dignity, and grace of all women, not just the French or Europeans or Japanese, but everyone.
Your thoughts? What do you think about the tendency of some American writers to condescend to their American sisters when comparing them with their French counterparts? Do you think that the criticism is deserved? Is it balanced? Should there even be comparisons at all?
p.s. Oh, and the “Dunkin’” reference? My sincere apologies, as I also apparently forget that I have readers around the world. Mea culpa! To wit, Dunkin’ Donuts is a popular donut chain in the United States, although they also have locations around the world, including the Philippines (where I visited my first Dunkin’ as a teen). It’s not quite as delicious as a Fresh-Hot-Now Krispy Kreme original glazed, but I would never turn a Dunkin’ donut down.
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Hi,
as an introduction – I am English and I enjoy reading your site as my boyfriend is French.
I think you put yourself and your nation down too much. The fat American and the thin French woman are just stereotypes after all. ok, so apparantly 2/3 of Americans are overweight, 1/2 of British, and 1/3 of French – but that’s a difference of degree, not kind. I work in London, and plenty of people here eat breakfast at work, or at the train station. Plenty of people here are overweight and badly dressed too. I’ve never been to America, but I’m sure there’s plenty of Americans who are thin, healthy and well dressed.
don’t beat yourself up over it!
also – what is ‘dunkin’??? I don’t know this word/expression.
cheers,
Kate.