I put on my seatbelt. I vote very, very left. I drink very little alcohol. I cut off toxic people.

Là où je me sens vieille, c’est quand je lis en titre : Président de FR3 : Rafale […]"

Voui. On filtre devant la préfecture, pas devant l’école ni vers l’hôpital. Ni vers les petits commerces du centre-ville.
Faut pas se tromper de colère.

Some temps (students) for customer-service jobs, but mostly the work is passed on to colleagues and often… just not done. I used to work for a BtoB ad/communication agency, and August basically didn’t count. “So, this will take 4 months. It’s early June… Expect it early November.”
Out-of-office auto replies typically say: “I’ll be away until [Three weeks later]. For emergencies, contact Colleague. Otherwise, I’ll read your email as soon as I’m back at work and get back to you!”
I actually took my vacation weeks in September, because August in the office was almost a vacation by itself. Everybody was gone, you were just holding the fort in case there was a fire or something.

Yep. Je bloque un rond-point dans la petite ville la plus proche.

Everybody picked English as first or second foreign language. Most picked Spanish as second language, the best students (or kids from solidly middle-class families) picked German as a first language, to get into the “good” group. Latin was an elective for nerds, Geek for Über-nerds.

My middle school had English, German, Spanish, Latin, Ancient Greek.

I was reading Circe, by Madeline Miller, and on several pages some ancient Greeks wait for the tide to sail away, or watch the sea rising while waiting for Odysseus, and so on. Like, woman, did nobody notice at your publishing house?

You’re kidding, right? Right?

Bah, point de vue de qqn qui a été plusieurs fois partie civile (donc victime) dans des affaires assez graves : il est intéressant, ce texte.
Vaut le clic.
Merci de ce post.

Where are you from that it’s weird to you? I wasn’t aware it was uncommon.

I know, right? I make our own fruit soda (kombucha), and my very boomer mom thinks it’s silly because Coke tastes so great! I need my daily Coke!

Bitch, right now we have raspberry lemonade, blackberry pop, apple and cinnamon ice tea, and fizzy mint ice tea. With extra vitamins and no added sugar.

As a French speaker, I stg your genders for LE sun and LA moon don’t make a lick of sense, and sound really wrong.
DER Sonne is obviously a guy. Goes to the gym every day, lifts weights, big muscles, maybe a bandana. Picture a ladies’ man from 1985 in a beach town, and that’s him. And DIE Mund is the protectress of women.

On dates, focus on whether you like them, not whether they like you.

France, 1980’s, we played the recorder thoughtout middle school.

Food preservation! Canning, fermenting, dehydrating.
Canning is a bit daunting at first, and you need some space in your kitchen. But fermenting is literally salt + water in a jar, uses no energy (unlike freezing or boiling), and you can do just one small jar with the half-onion that would otherwise die a slow death in your fridge, or three gallons with the squash that was on sale.

What’s the other way to be poor?

I’m the same. I don’t listen to music, ever. It does nothing for me (except hurting my ears if it’s medium or high volume, annoying me, stressing me out if it’s fast, and preventing me from understanding spoken words.). There’s something weird in my brain, I think.

There are dozens of us! I’m a mom who works in publishing and don’t know a linux distro from a pokemon (other than Pikachu.)

Social conditioning, once again. We’re French, and it’s totally possible for us.
Yesterday, among strangers, at the local lake, my 42 year old friend was topless, playing with her 7 year old son and her 5 year old (naked) step-daughter. A 36 yo pregnant friend was wearing a string bikini around her husband, 6 yo daughter, and in-laws. It was a non-issue.
Not saying all rules can always be broken, but they’re heavily context- and culture-dependant.