C'est Vrai
I've been taking an intensive French course all week in hopes of one day being able to pass a Government B-level test (I've never tried one before, but I hear they're quite... quite, as the very English might say) and I've noticed something clever about myself, which is that I'm much less righteous in French than I am normally, which is in English, backed up with hand gestures and a furrowed brow (my eyebrows can actually knit during an argument). And even though it's just because I don't have the vocabulary in French to be as righteous as I am in English, I'm pretty sure it's made me an even more intolerable leftie than I was before because now I feel like I've learned to listen to the opinions of others - others with even less vocabulary than me but who clearly hold opinions to the right of Attila the Hun.
I know. It's a reach, but there's got to be an upside, silver lining, Pollyanna Sunshine moral to this great big Gawddamned bilingual hoop we're all forced to jump through in this phony bullshit cold hard rock with a polite tight smile of feigned tolerance country we call Canada.
Oh, by the way, what I meant to say was that I love learning the language. French, I mean. Everybody else in my class does, too. And we absolutely can't get enough of French culture. OhmyfuckingGawd. Who can, eh? I mean, c'mon. It's culture. And it's French. While we're all just plodding nonFrench people with even a W.A.S.P. or two clogging up the joie de vivre works. So yeah, after I pass this test, if I can ever line one up (because unless you're already IN the government and lined up for a test in order to keep your job, you can pretty much forget it for now because the government is actually low on evaluators and high on employees requiring testing) I plan to study MORE French. Seriously. I just can't get enough French shoved down my friggin' gullet.
Say, you know what doesn't work well for me in French? Humour. Man, that's a tough sell in French. Especially with French language teachers. I was just joking about that swarming after class. Who knew seniour bureaucrats could spring into action so quickly?
