Again, thanks to Annie for giving me the idea to write this post.
Criticism tends to trip off a Frenchman’s tongue. He doesn’t mean it nastily however, it’s apparently to “help you”.
Here are some examples:
– I don’t like your hair when it’s straight, you look better when it’s curly
– Your hair is too severe in a bun, it doesn’t suit you
– That dress is too loose, if it was like this (here he pulls it skin tight) it would look so much better
– Black isn’t your colour, it makes you look sickly
– You should go to the gym more and work that butt
– Isn’t there a starter? (after you’ve just prepared and served a gourmet main meal)
– That coat would look so much better on you if it was two sizes smaller
– That eye makeup makes you look like a skunk
– You’re having a bad skin day huh
– That gym outfit isn’t exactly attractive
– Why don’t you be more positive like me (this one is kinda funny given all of the above)
What’s even more amusing is when you criticize your Frenchman. I’ve tried the following:
– That pair of shorts really doesn’t suit you. They’re too baggy and the print doesn’t go with your print T-shirt
He says back: I really like these shorts. I think they look good. Shrug.
– You’re in shape but it’s such a shame about those love handles. You should do some cardio.
He says back: I think I’m doing pretty good for a guy in his 40s. Shrug.
I know, kinda mean, but it was a test. See, he doesn’t give a crap about criticism. Criticize him and he will just rise above it, knowing full well he looks good. But we as women take criticism to heart. It makes us feel bad, insecure, makes us feel like our man wants a better version of us, makes us feel like we’re not good enough. It hurts, quoi!
Now if only I could be more like my Frenchman. Have such a high opinion of myself that no amount of criticism could break me. But then, I wouldn’t be me. And I’m not sure I want to be up my own a** to be honest.