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I remember when I was living in Paris, it seemed like there were always grèves all around the city.  We would have to walk every so often in the mornings to class as the metro was not running (the SNCF loves to go on strike).  The American Embassy would constantly warn us that we should not get caught up in them as they can often become violent…I’m not so sure they get violent as often as the Embassy would have liked us to believe, but the French do in fact sometimes become violent strikers…turning over cars, setting things on fire and such.  And they shout and whistle a lot.  It’s not like they just picket around their office building or factory…they parade through major streets, even shutting them down so they are sure they are heard and seen.  And the thing is, most often, these are not workers from private companies, but rather public servants.  Since the government has a stake in so much, strikes usually work.

I was just now reading Le Monde when I saw that there was an announcement made today that 70% of primary school teachers MUST be on strike on Thursday the 20th as ordered by the largest primary school teacher union in order to protest their deteriorating working conditions and the elimination of job posts.  That’s a lot of teachers!  So, what happens to all the kids who obviously should be in school as it’s a regular school day??  Well, there’s something that by law the unions have to make sure of…that there is a minimum reception service.  A minimum what?  Well, it is an agreement between the State and volunteer towns where the State pays these collectives up to €90 ($114) per group of 1-15 students for the six-hour school day to host the students on teacher strike days.  Parents usually find out about 48 hours in advance when and if their children’s school will be on strike, but some don’t until they arrive at the school door to drop off their children in the morning.  Often, that notice will also tell parents whether or not there will be a ‘minimum reception service’ in their town.  The school and town hall websites often also provide this information. Then, parents take their children to schools or community centers as assigned to basically have a fun day.  There are just enough staff members to ensure the safety and security of the students…but no teaching.  So, no wonder the French love to strike…they learn from a young age that it’s fun!

On fait la grève, alors!

As I was quick to observe when I began living in Paris in 1997 as a young, impressionable university student, the French are very, very proud of their language, culture, history, wine, food, geography, women, clothing, music, brands, etc. etc. and did I mention their food and wine?  After having already lived in Spain where, especially at the time, most people were still wary of demonstrating even the slightest bit of nationalism out of fear of being called a fascist, I was actually quite shocked to find that a country existed with people who were just as avid flag-wavers as the Americans.

One of my close French friends is a very typical chauvin, in other words he manifests excessive patriotism and like many of his compatriots, shows an exaggerated admiration for his country.  No matter what the topic is, he somehow always finds a way to insert his Gallic pride into the conversation.  For example, once we were at a restaurant and after I tasted the wine the waiter had just filled my glass with, I said “hmm it’s very good”…and he said, “Of course!  It’s French!”  He has responded in that same way many, many times since then whenever I acknowledge liking anything I come across when in France.  He has also stated many times that the French language is the preferred language of diplomats as it has the most nuances and can therefore explain any situation.  Now, I don’t know if that’s true, but he insists.  The French roads and highways he drives on are the most modern in Europe.  The French women know how to best dress and put on make-up.  French cheese is the only cheese in the world that actually tastes like the grass from the pastures (supposedly that’s a good thing).  French beef is so good and uncontaminated that it can be eaten raw (as in steak tartare).  The French invented soccer and Zidane is the best player in the world.  He, like many other French people, proudly assumes the title of chauvin after it was popularized by the comedy La cocarde tricolore in which an actor named Chauvin personified extreme patriotism.  A French cleaning lady once haughtily told some of my fellow university students who asked her to clean up a mess in the hallway that they could not treat her “like a dog as they were in France!”  What??? She was the cleaning lady…wasn’t her job to clean?  Charles de Gaulle’s credo even states, “From time immemorial there has been a pact between the greatness of France and the liberty of the world.”

Although the term ‘Gallic pride’ which makes reference to the land (Gaul) settled by the Franks known today as France, can be used with a positive connotation, in English, we occasionally…okay if you look at newspaper and magazine articles and such…we often use it to refer to French people but in a derisive and critical way.  But, given that the French are proud of being chauvins and proud of their Gallic pride…I think it’s all in good fun.

Here is a video where you can clearly see and hear just how proud they are.

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Vive la France!

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