To be fair, I think they are more welcoming to her now that she is older. But the teasing did really get to her as a child. Her dad (who is Black) raised her to not consider her skin color (we recently had a loooong phone convo about this) and would get upset when she mentioned the ethnicity of a classmate, e.g., so…

Yeah, I don't know I guess. Like the person who responded after, I always thought he was in business, but I'm too lazy to double-check. :) Garten used to work for the White House in IIRC the energy department, and I remember reading in one of her cookbook intros that her parents bought her a princess/ballerina dress…

Yes...and they're both loaded. That helps a lot.

I read and I understood, but I still found the bulk of your comment absolutely ridiculous, and still do. You can very easily live somewhere for a year with your own cultural preconceptions clouding your judgment, and it's doubly easy as a foreign student to live in your own bubble and in no way get a real feel for…

Unfortunately, nowadays there is really no such thing as a purely entry-level job. Most seem to require 3-5 years in the field, or are in other words what used to be called a "junior" position. #smh

If Monica were there it'd be a whole different story.

Ughhh. I'm sorry to hear that. :(

I mean, sorry to pile-on, but if you all you can say is "nu-uh" and then write out laughing comments, it doesn't seem like you have much to go off of other than a pretty knee-jerk and quite frankly unfortunate, offensive grasp on French culture.

Yeah, we're going to have to agree to disagree, because I lived in Poitiers for a year and that was in no way my experience. I lived three months in Paris as well several years later, and again, that was not my experience. So I'm going to say that you are definitely over-generalizing, particularly if you can call the…

Umm, preach it. I'm a busty lady too and have to put a bra on to go outside or interact with strangers/friends/family (partner excluded) even if I have like, a giant t-shirt and sweatshirt on and you can't see shit anyway. I feel weird without one, like everyone knows somehow, even though that is impossible.

Oh my God, I completely forgot about this movie!!!!!! And I LOVED IT.

Man, that last sentence is kind of terrifying. Shouldn't be surprised, but still...

You're halfway there!

Pretty much this. Also, drink often but not a lot, and never snack.

I assume you're joking, but this is a total over-generalization and is not even remotely based in reality. Lots of Parisians smoke, plenty of young college-age French women smoke, but the same is true in Manhattan, and the same is true in at least coastal college towns (like Portland, where I'm from).

You can totally have Quebec.

That's obviously not what fortheloveofbeets said. You seem confused by the meaning of "sexism" in a way that calls to mind those who moan about "reverse racism."

Yeah, you're absolutely trolling, and I feel comfortable calling you a fucking idiot. Cheers for revealing yourself!

I didn't know this was a thing that existed—thanks for giving me a name to something I've experienced.

Unfortunately, in a really closed dysfunctional home, the siblings follow the same role the abuser has set forth and do not in fact acknowledge that any abuse exists. I speak from experience—it's pretty awful having an entire family side against you, especially when the majority are themselves victims or…