Pardon es moi but it seems to me that whenever the word French is involved in an otherwise American phrase all of a sudden the subject in question becomes that much more intriguing. Was there ever a more succulent, sultry, tantalizing kiss than the ever so legendary French kiss I ask? Absolutely not! Young prepubescent teens all across the motherland pass the years impatiently waiting that one unmistakable moment of that very first, tongue twisting French kiss. Perhaps it is overrated, perhaps it is perfectly rated.

Ah but this kiss is merely the beginning of the pop culture phenomenon that is the French legacy. The next time you are craving a soft, fluffy, ever so slightly sweetened carbohydrate reach for the yummy goodness of a French roll or French bread. Fresh baked, right out the oven they melt in your mouth promising to satisfy even the hungriest of stomachs with each tasty morsel.

But the tasty treats don’s stop there do they? What about the French fries? Is there anything more satisfying than a nice deep fried batch of sizzling, golden, thinly sliced potatoes? Maybe a little ketchup, some ranch dressing if you prefer, black pepper and extra salt, no matter what your flavor everyone has a soft spot for the fry.

And then there are the French unmentionables that seem to have a public fascination. It is positively inevitable for a Halloween party not to have some sort of a variation of a French maid costume galloping around with a flirty feather duster. Some have even been known (successfully or not) to keep up a French accent for the entire night. Ooh la la I say to that, the French maid is a bit overrated perhaps, but who really cares, its sexy and sexy sells. Following this naughty little number is the French cut, French cut panty that is. A tamed more sophisticated twist to the panty; built more for comfort not for speed if you know what I mean.

And my ultimate favorite; lo and behold the French manicure, so simple, so stylish, and fit for any and all occasions. Its genius really, a white tip otherwise known as the French tip is all it really is and the results are remarkably beautiful and elegant.

But why stop there? What about the French braid, yes we all know it’s a little outdated but there is still that one older woman standing in line at the grocery story sporting that French braid like it’s a fresh new look, tiny little curls clasping on for dear life on each side of her head.

And what about French windows or French doors, nothing makes a room brighter than a floor to ceiling glass door or window. Am I getting through; are you seeing the French connection? No pun intended but by George they even got the UK involved. And well if you are ever compelled to “French” it up a little you can always vacation at the French Riviera or go bag-packing across French Polynesia.

The point is that “French” has that certain je ne sais quie, that mystique, that charm. Let’s keep it to a minimum though shall we, no need to go mucking up perfectly good phrases. Pardon my French? Is that really necessary? You decide.

By: Lucky Clover