"How are French people even alive?"
One of the greatest surfing stories, post Covid-19 pandemic, is the rise of Lucy Small. But who could have ever seen it coming? Lightly known regional Australian longboarder boldly standing up to the patriarchy, pre Barbie Movie, and demanding equal pay for equal work? Yes, Small became a surf feminist hero overnight and has forever changed activism as it relates to the sport of queens.
And, thus, the French should be both honorée and inquiète, in equal measure, after the diminutive cross-stepper openly questioned their existence.
Small, who appears to be in l’hexagone ahead of this summer’s Paris Olympics, has taken to social media in order to ponder, “How are French people even alive? The morning, I was at the market I was at the market and there was literally people sitting down having glasses of red wine at 9:00 am. Everyone’s just like sitting around having their kilos of butter and smoking cigars and living until they’re 125. And then they’re all like super hot when they’re old.”
Do you wonder the same thing?
Or are you frustrated that Small is blatantly trading in the sort of bald stereotypical thinking that both blinds and plagues those in power?
Sweeping generalizations etc.
On the subject, just last evening, my young daughter stated, “I identify as Danish, Canadian and French.” I told her that French Canadians were routinely dismissed as boorish. She replied, “That’s why I said Canadian and French, not French Canadian.”
Smart.
And on that note, should Small have considered how/where we are born is utterly meaningless? That we, as humans, have outgrown such constricting rigidity and are free to be whoever/whatever we wish?
For shame, Lucy.
For shame.
