Je ne sais quoi

Nineteen years ago I married my French lover, who got a green card and later became a naturalized U.S. citizen. She works her butt off at the teenage psych ward at a big East Bay hospital, and thus contributes more to the commonweal than I probably ever have. So she has plenty of ground to stand on when she criticizes the U.S. which, being French, she loves doing. She writes:

Funny after 20 years of favoritism for being the best
lover, the best cook, the most fashionable cutie pie
who wears a beret with a "je ne sais quoi" attitude,
as of last week I am a traitor with outdated wit and
intelligence, a new kind of terrorist with a fanatism
for stinky cheese and a talent for "faux pas."
So have you heard about the French Friday boycott
which is apparently not to buy goods from France -- to
make their economy suffer. So here is the good news.
Every Friday is your chance to dine on French wine
and brie and if you don't drink alcohol you can always
buy a bottle of Perrier or what about a French movie
(there are some good ones at the Castro) or do whatever
you want to counter-boycott the French Friday and of
course you can French kiss any day of the week -- it is
not outlawed yet.

That's my girl.