good advice

We are off to NYC for a long weekend, and I can’t be more excited.  It has been a while since we’ve taken a trip to a big city, and I miss the days of finding last minute tickets (and excuses) to visit Paris when we were in Brussels.  New York is a little harder to get to — ticket prices are insane, but it is well worth the miles to spend a weekend exploring, shopping and eating. An I feel so lucky that we are close enough that we can go for a weekend.

My co-worker (who himself can be pretty sassy)  introduced me to these videos, which if you haven’t seen yet, you will enjoy. There is something rotten in Denmark!

Am pretty sure I’ll be calling everyone in New York a stupid bitch.

Placenta Eating

This article is hilarious.  It is also a great conversation starter when dining with pregnant women.  It is a total toofer — it is good because you are eating and most people really like to talk about the smell, texture and taste of placentas while dining, and it is also good because pregnant woman are really interested on how their umbilical cord can be shaped into a heart.

Joel Stein is incredibly witty, and his reaction to the situation is perfect.  The video is for those who are not too squeamish.

Afterbirth:  It’s What’s For Dinner

Yes, I am rapidly making more and more friends here.

Lunch conversations

There are some French words that I cannot say easily — such as:

Tu m’enerves!

and

Traiteur

Most words with the letter R take alot concentration from my end.

There are some English words that French people cannot say well.  My first week working in Brussels, a French co-worker told me that he was trying to explain that “we zell ze best hair conditioning in the harea”  For some reason, many francophones add the letter H in front of words, and remove the H from others.  And the sound “th” is turned into “zuh”.

In our lunch meetings, often times Lisa and I will turn to each other and ask “Did you understand exactly what Sebastien just said?”.

Did he “hate” the sandwich or “ate” the sandwich?  Is he “hungry” or “angry”?  Is he saying he has an “ear” or he cannot “hear”?  Is he “working” or “walking?”

This provides for endless entertainment on our end.

Other great sources of giggles:

When he told me to “please address zhe and”

and he meant “talk to the hand”

Teeth – American vs. British teeth

Confession – I haven’t been to a dentist yet here.  In general, even though medical care is quality and ridiculously cheap, I am wary of going to a doctor when we don’t share the same mother tongue.  Also, dentists don’t x-ray every year here, only once…ever.  Plus they don’t do the fluoride clean when you go visit.  Plus people’s teeth here are a little scary.  Plus, Americans are slightly obsessed with teeth.  Plus I am a brat.

Funny enough, I not alone in seeing the difference between American teeth and the rest of the world.  You know it is bad when Americans think British actors are wearing false teeth to make a point, and the British actor actually isn’t.  So maybe it is more of a British thing.  But when I asked Barnaby about the stereotype, he said he had never heard of it before and made me feel like a dork for bring it up.

I remember first hearing about this in the SNL sketch from the 90′s “Hedley and Wyche” with Mike Myers and Chris Farley.  Also the dentist in the Simpsons uses the big book of British teeth to scare Lisa into getting braces.  And certain modern druggy British singers aren’t helping.

To protest the stereotype, I don’t necessarily think that the British or Belgians have horrible hygiene, just they drink alot of tea/coffee and don’t care so much about a gap forming in between their two front teeth.  Or if this gap creates a weird whistling noise that makes me panic in a work meeting, thinking that there is a dying cat wheezing behind the heater, when really my co-worker doesn’t have to open his mouth to breath, he can just reveal his two front teeth.  

On the other hand, I completely acknowledge that Americans are a little too obsessed with their teeth.  Sanding veneers and bleaching?  Madness. 

PS – When I described this phenomenon to a Belgian co-worker, she mentioned that at least British may have bad teeth, but the Americans are fat, which is a bigger deal if you are vain. 

Ahhh, yes…fat Americans.  That argument will NEVER get old…