loveandcyanide loves the French. we were totally mortified during that whole bullshit 'freedom fry' nonsense, and when people think they're being hip and funny by mocking our amis francais, we smile politely at them and then go home and play Charles Trenet while making voodoo dolls of those small-minded fools.
we seem to especially like french cartoons. as per the usual, this quirk of ours most likely stemmed from something bizarre in our childhood. it was a sweatshirt, actually.
a light pink sweatshirt, emblazoned with a cartoon cat wearing a beret. the cat's name was Coco. how do we know that? why there was a word bubble coming out of the cat's mouth with the phrase "je'mappelle Coco" inside of it. thinking about it now, it was totally weird - but i loved that damn sweatshirt and wore it all the time during the 2nd grade. i don't know why, and i don't know where the hell my mother found it, and i don't know what on earth my classmates must have made of it. but i wish we still had it, since it was always big on me so it could possibly still fit and missy would certainly be sporting it everywhere if it was still in our possession today. (thankfully i've managed to track down another shirt with a french animal on it. this time a tshirt, on it is Jacques Hippoe, a debonair little mustachioed hippo. it doesn't get much better than that, and giant kudos to Spasmodica for keeping my closet francophiliarized.)
so while Coco the cat and her pink sweatshirt have gone up to that giant closet in the sky, other slightly (just slightly) more popular characters have managed to continue on...like everyone's favorite french pachyderm, who i just discovered is turning 75 this year. happy birthday, Babar!
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I tried to read Richard Scarry to my nephew and he kept flipping the pages before we could read them. What does he care about scholarship? He's one! What an ignorant little kid my bro is raising.
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