Obviously, when two people are from two different countries, opposing opinions are inevitable, regardless of how compatible they may be.
From time to time, I wonder why Olivier does things a certain way. I shrug it off, deciding that it must be because he’s French. On other occasions, he shakes his head & dismisses something that I say or do, figuring that it must be “an American thing”.
Most of the time, those very small differences don’t really amount to much.
Most of the time.
“Iron Man was so fucking awesome.” I said. “Incredible Hulk was just as good. When The Avengers movie comes out, it’s seriously going to rock me.” I continued scrolling with my mouse. “It says here that they’re doing Captain America next. I can’t wait.”
Olivier looked over my shoulder at the monitor. “What? Why are they doing Captain America?”
I let out an irritated sigh. “Um…yeah. Because it’d be impossible to do The Avengers without Captain America, that’s why.”
“I don’t know.” Olivier shook his head. “His outfit is a bit too much. He looks worse than that shitty Canadian maple leaf guy from the X-Men.”
“No way.” I said. “Captain America is way cooler than Maple Leaf guy. You just don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Whatever. He can’t even do anything. What can he do?”
“Well, he’s basically a super-soldier…& he can jack shit up with his shield. It’s a special shield.” I turned back to the computer, satisfied.
“Nah…I still don’t get it.” Olivier replied, again shaking his head.
“Trust me”, I told him. “Captain America is cool. Besides, who’ve you got?”
Olivier had lost interest in the movie news on the computer screen & was now playing with the cat. “Superdupont.” He replied, without looking up.
Then I remembered. “Oh, yeah…Superdupont. Whatever. What does he do?”
“He smokes cigarettes, drinks wine & eats cheese…he’s funny & makes fun of all kinds of shit. He’s cool.”
Damn. That is pretty cool.
Touché.
Why all the hatin’ on the rolly polly Frenchman? Why do we demand our superheros to be space aliens from Krypton or wankers with a pair of tights and a trust fund? And who the F does Cap’n America think he is with his garbage can lid, little wings on his ears and the mark of the adulterer stampted on his forhead?
I for one salute the fact that a superhero can posses defenses no more sophisticated than a rooster and a bitch slap. Someone who can save humanity, or whatever the hell he does, and get drunk afterward.
PS Who the hell made up a Canadian superhero? Isn’t that like a screen door on a submarine?
Oh, that’s funny. The French are too cooooooool for school….
Superdupont? Methinks there is a reason no one in America has ever heard of him, yet everyone in France knows who Captain America and the rest of the Avengers, X-men, and Justice League are. Who really needs to be a superhero to drink wine, eat cheese and make fun of people? You do it at least weekly, if not daily. Besides, Superman could kick all their asses and still have time to go out to dinner with Batman.
Thank you, Rasmenia! And please thank Olivier de ma part. I was worried about sublimating Superwoman to some Marianne with muscles, but you two put me on track–Superdupont! I don’t smoke, I do drink wine, eat cheese, have been known to be funny–although it’s not always clear that that is what I’m being, and I can mock the hell out of anything, much to my great shame!
Superdupont? That’s a relief, under the circumstances. Does he have a license to prescribe pharmaceuticals? Just checkin’…