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Dudes Like Me More the Dumber I Am

I was eating a burrito and wondering if anyone else had noticed that the Best Picture nominees were the stories of, like, a half-dozen white guys and Martin Luther King (at least we know where the bar is set for the non-white guy portion of the population) when I came across this story: Apparently guys are less interested in confident ladies. And it got me thinking. Typically I might not have much to add to this particular discussion—except for the fact that I recently took a deep dive, shall we say, into the world of French real estate. For what seemed like a Captain Ahab-looking-for-Moby Dick amount of time, I went and looked at French apartments. All kinds of apartments, with bathrooms...

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How To Rent An Apartment In Paris In One Word (Or Around 2500)

1: Airbnb 2: I want to be clear: I am not a victim. When your biggest problem is that you can't find an apartment with a southern exposure and parquet floors in Paris—your biggest problem is pretty fucking small. That said, I can, with authority, say that finding an apartment in Paris was one of the most exhausting, frustrating, infuriating things I've ever gone through. I would not wish it on my worst enemy, and I would move to Mozambique before doing it again. My story: As I've discussed here previously, it makes sense for me to rent an apartment there. In the past, I've subletted. Sublets are easy to find, and relative to the two housing markets I know best—San Francisco and...

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Are Parisians rude?

The question I am asked most often: "But aren't Parisians so rude?" There is no good way to answer this question. My personal belief is that all people are kind in roughly the same way. Once I went for a walk between two small French villages, and one of the pathways between them was a narrow country road. A woman stopped her car and asked if I needed a ride, or some help. I told her thank you, but no—I was taking a walk. (Actually what I said was, "Thank you but no am walk now.") That same day, I saw a mother carrying a child drop a packet of tissues on the metro floor, and another woman picked them...

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Is It Worth It?

I wrote this before yesterday's insanity:  It's still worth it, living in a strange, unfamiliar place. What living abroad part-time teaches you—besides how to say "I don't understand" and "Where is the bathroom" in the language of every country you visit—is that people are essentially the same, and that people are essentially good, Hobbes (and current events) be damned. If you've been thinking about journeying overseas and this news has you rethinking your plans, this is not a reason to retreat. If anything, this is a reason to learn, to listen, to explore and to celebrate as much of the world around us (and far from us, and everything in between) as we can.  Back to the regularly scheduled post:  I...

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