Americans in Paris
Is there anything left to learn from the news cycle anymore?
You’re either pro-totalitarianism or you’re not. periodt.
True, Trump is erratic, anti-life and anti-meaning –
but it’s never a good time to drop a piano on someone.
I was born in Paris, I enjoy dual citizenship, but I consider myself American. As a child we lived a few years (like 5th and 6th grades) in Paris and I’m living there now, attending Université Paris Cité.
My French is flawless, I dress French and act French but when Trump crazy comes up, I get looks (how do they know?), like he’s my fault or problem and for heaven’s sake I should step in and stop him.
Americans used to be looked up to - those days are over people -
we SUCK.
It's subtle, but I get the arithmetic, there’s a calculation where my American ‘ethnicity’ (shall we say) subtracts from my opportunities, relationships and respect. Oh, my, poor me.
Peter (my bf) fake-gasps, “There’s a dent in your “pretty privilege?” (he’s so funny).
“Oh, turn it on me,” I groaned, “I’m just saying..”
That’s when he admitted that he’d sensed it too, as an American in Paris - and normally guys aren’t usually that sensitive - are they?
(sorry guys)
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Songs for this:
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead
Hola Mireia by Variety Lab
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