Nutmeg In Paris

I was living in New Orleans, working as a middle school English teacher when Hurricane Katrina struck and the levees broke. I lost my job, and decided that it was time to pursue my dream of going to culinary school. Here I am in Paris for the next eight months, cooking and exploring, trying to decide what comes next...

Monday, November 20, 2006

The French, although they may have found moments of the film funny, cannot fully appreciate Borat. Some of it was lost in the translation, but I don't think they understood how near he was to getting his ass beat (or worse) in a lot of situations. Plus, the French just aren't as sensitive about race and religion as Americans are (ahem, gross understatement). For the past two months, all I heard was people referring to the African men in our kitchen as "black mambaso" and chefs telling people who were working poorly that they were working comme un arabe.

Nice, huh?

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