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Snow White or Sparrow?

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Don’t ask me how my brain works but this morning, I was thinking about Emile Zola. More than a writer, I always saw him as a journalist because that’s what he really was. He just gave us the most accurate vision of the 19th Century in France from the eyes for the wealthy as well as the poor.

Emile Zola, it was the famous “J’accuse!”. I mean, I don’t think anyone did better that this! Why on earth did I go to Zola from eating my apple this morning, and giving a piece to Lola after peeling it. Was I the only one not to know that except if you buy organic apples, never ever eat the skin which contains all the poisoned stuff. We don’t even need the bad witch to become Snow White, or maybe the bad witches have invaded us, poor mortals who still believe that if it looks good, it has to be good! Sometimes, I just take a chance and eat it. It feels so healthy to devour an apple with its skin. Myth! Like being tanned is a healthy symbol, but that one, I really don’t care about it. It was written in my genes that I have to be tanned. Did you see that glorious NASA picture of the sun by the way? I fell in love with His Majesty the Sun so long ago! So, just be quiet, I don’t care: even if it’s bad, it feels too darn good. My vice, and I intend to keep it.

I used to be interested in keeping up to date with what’s good for you, and you know what? Forget it! A glass of red wine is good! Best news ever, and then cold shower, red wine might not be that good for women and might have a role in breast cancer! And it might even be true since it’s not coming from the Vatican. Barbecue is bad, cheese is poison, meat… I don’t care, never really liked it anyway! And you know that in France they eat horses and rabbits? My mother was taking me for an idiot when I was a kid trying to make me eat horse meat. The thing is the regular butcher was closed an Monday but not the Horse one! So, every Monday, she was trying to fool me by getting, out of the fridge, horse crap wrapped in the regular butcher’s paper. Now, I realize on top of it that there must have been so many germs from that paper that she kept from another day! Yuck! And it did not matter for her that it did not work, weeks after weeks, she was trying and trying. Sigh.

A girlfriend of mine has just been diagnosed with uterine cancer, and apparently that specific cancer happens a lot in women who love sugar. So, I guess I am safe on that one, but what kind of cancer do you get if you like cheese? Give me any day of the month a crispy baguette with cheese and a glass of red wine, and I am a happy camper! Are we getting paranoid with cancer though? I wonder how Zola would have written about us if he had been living now. I am sure he will have found a way to write his “J’accuse” and maybe still for the same reasons…. The French are still very much anti-Semitic. There are always been some taboos when I talk to French people. For instance, that Palestinian terrorist playing president at the end, no matter what, that guy was a freaking terrorist. Yes, Yasser Arafat? The Nobel Prize, give me a break please!!!! But the French loved him, hey he was married to a French woman, and you know, he couldn’t be that wrong if he married French. Really? Talk to my ex-husband about it!

And then, this movie I just saw, and I have to apologize! I used to say that I couldn’t stand Audrey Tatou. The real truth was that I couldn’t stand the movie “Amelie”. I know, I know it has been a hit here! So refreshing…. so cute! Are you kidding me? The most boring and pompous movie I have ever seen, or almost. And that movie was her! How did you want me to like her after that? But then she is just amazing in “Coco before Chanel”. She became Coco instead of that stupid Amelie. Edgy, sassy, desperate, just an amazing character. She became Coco as Marion Cotillard became Piaf in “La vie en rose”.

My sparrow came back. I just saw her this morning. Smart and resilient little bird which builds the same nest at the same place under the porch every year. Why is she still playing the game when the last year baby died in the pond while trying to learn how to be a bird? Yes, life sucks the same for sparrows or humans even when they are surrounded by mutts’ love. This year, no one will have to tiptoe out of the house to respect the sparrow’s peace, and witness another Nature’s miracle. This year, the door will stay closed on a soulless and lifeless house.

Iconoclastically yours,

Dominique