French women are free well-educated and elegant, yet spend too much times striving to attract men and open their legs for anyone. Later they call it freedom of choice while frantically trying to get money out of the man who knocked them up and left them hanging there twisting in their own distressing liberation. They will intellectualize their misery, see themselves as a Sagan melancholic, yet yearning to be middle class housewives worrying about the prices of onions. Yes, they will be married, to the very best address, and meet other wives and talk endlessly about equality.
