The New York Times has _2_ articles this week on that "French Women Don't Get Fat" book, which I can't stand. I read half of it in the store. One, it's insufferably smug; and 2, it ignores the fact that French women DO diet like mad, even if they're not Atkins or Weight Watchers devotees. If you eat like a bird, you're dieting. There are good points hidden in the book about enjoying food, not depriving yourself of specific foods, and so on--things that I would say myself--but the author is so convinced of the innate superiority of everything French that you just want to smack her.
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