Myths about the French

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how I will never fit the Parisian mould due to my love of beer and my inability to part with my white socks/sneaker habit.  To be honest, a lot of my observations are quite anecdotal, and it should be noted that Parisians ≠ French.  Nor do all Parisians behave in the manner by which I or Magny described.  Really, it all boiled down to how I feel trying to navigate my way through this exhilirating city and relationships with its citizens.

That being said, I thought it would be fun to follow up and dispell myths about the French.  When I was a French professor at a US university, I used to get questions all the time about what the French are really like.  Some were great questions about dating, eating, vacations.  Others were...well, they raised my doubt about the saying "There are no stupid questions..."  When I have friends visit from the US of A or even when I go home, I usually have a conversation about the French and how it is to live among them as a badass American spy American expat.

So who are these Frenchy folk?