Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In

Marion

Some words have all the luck.

If you shout “Fire! in a crowded theater, you’ll soon find yourself all alone. But if you shout “Bacon” in an empty kitchen, you will instantly achieve the opposite effect. No one likes a “headache” but everyone loves “chocolate”. And while “water” is great, it doesn’t elicit the same passionate response as “wine”.

And speaking of passionate responses, is there a better example of how a simple word can take our hearts hostage than the word “French”? If you live in the lower forty eight, the answer is non. Which is French for hell no.

French fries

White bread is popular, but French bread is the belle of the bread ball. And Vanilla is just a plain Jane until you give it a makeover by placing the word French in front of it. And everyone loves onion rings, but they place a distant second to french fries. If you’re a restaurateur, feel free to add a couple bucks to the menu price by calling ’em frites. Which no doubt means “swindle” in French.

It’s no wonder French is called the language of love. I actually have video footage of me in the first grade. I was talking about kissing girls with some friends of mine in the cafeteria when these two older boys brought up the subject of french kissing. Take a look . . .

Yes, I had facial hair in the first grade. Which is why I was able to inquire as to the finer points of the french kiss. Before too long, I was learning about the history of the french braid and french twists from the greatest teachers imaginable. Girls. They introduced me to hair styles that effectively transformed thousands of years of same old into something provocative and sophisticated. It was the best education, ever.

Daenerys

Upon graduation from first grade cafeteria talk, I learned first hand all about the french manicure. It’s not just any old manicure, nope. Whereas the typical manicure refinishes the cuticles and then dresses them up, the french manicure lets them go nude. Sold!

The alchemy of this lovely word turns plain old toast into a gloriously rich and sweet breakfast treat. Whereas I can eat a piece of toast on the run, I feel the need to commit to French toast. And once married, it spawns such glorious children as butter, maple syrup and yes . . . bacon!

French Toast

And let’s be honest, would you eat anything called a cruller? It sounds like something that was dredged from the bottom of the ocean. But hey . . put a French in front of this unfortunate sounding word and you have something that was dredged from the bottom of your heart. And if you want to experience what the power of the press really means, add a French to it and enjoy!

This power of the prefix is the result of the romantic entanglement we’ve always had with French. It’s so powerful a thing that the word doesn’t even have to make the scene in order to get its point across. Guldens is a spicy mustard you pass down the seats at a baseball game. Grey Poupon is a dijon mustard you pass from one Rolls Royce to the next . . . ’nuff said.

Horn is to traffic what French horn is to music. Maid is to Roseanne Barr what French maid is to Marion Cotillard. Dressing is to morning rush what French dressing is to kicking back. And while we need windows and doors, we luxuriate in French windows and doors. I mean . . it’s really not fair.

It’s like Napoleon’s Revenge, in that battles were lost in order to win the war of words. Because all this time later, we find ourselves under French rule when it comes to the most important things. Words!

Losing never sounded so good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

51 thoughts on “Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In”

      1. B,

        Aidan is looking at me like I’ve completely lost my mind! I am killing myself laughing way out loud right now…

        Tu me tues… (pronounced tu like Lu = short for Lucy but tighter “u”) = You kill me

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    1. I had fun with this once I started thinking about ALL the many things that sound better in French. So much so, that I can’t even remember the original idea I had for this post. And believe it or not, it wasn’t French!

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      1. I actually do believe it…
        How about the French girls, eh? But not the ones from Paris – they are more bitchy… you have to get the ones from Québec, much friendlier… just sayin’

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      2. I dated a girl who took Bohemian to a different level, so it’s not a foreign concept to me. She went WAY overboard, but that’s a post for another time. Or . . maybe not.

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      1. I’ve learnt that the get the proper link, I cannot get it from the notification on the right (at the bell?) and copy/paste it, I have to either go right onto the blog post where you see the link and click on it) or click on the link in the email notification… pain in the fesses…

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  1. Everysing sounds better in ze frenshhhhh. Like just yesterday, I posted that only in French does President Donald Trump sound even remotely palatable (said by my newest faux boyfriend Emmanuel Macron).

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    1. I was just talking up Brussels sprouts yesterday with someone who spends most of her free time gardening. I told her how I roast mine in the oven and then pour some olive oil and balsamic vinegar on it before sprinkling on a little sea salt.
      And then she hit me with this genius idea. Roast them in the over . . and then add crumbled up bacon.
      SOLD!

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    1. Cincy,

      Ahem . . this person may have had some influence on this particular post. That is all I can say at this time . . . 🙂
      And zee French toast walk off! I love it! That video is hilarious!

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      1. Cincy,

        I can imagine Jesus might be a Bengals fan since he’s used to suffering, lol. But the fact that he digs Jack Daniels . . frankly . . I’m a little disappointed.

        And thank you! Love that dude!

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      2. Q,

        Don’t you worry your pretty little French heart about this. Surely, you’re not a double agent. You madame, are a model of forthrightness.

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