Oh, those bold and naughty French boys and girls! How do they get away with it all, huh? Such sauce! Such fruitiness!
Still, it is a not wholly undeserved reputation that they have for being the masters (and mistresses, indeed) of that great universal pursuit: l’amour. With this in mind, surely it makes sense that their take on health education should be….umm….how you say?…..more robust, eh?
I am sure if we tried the same over here we would act in a different manner on exposure to such wit and wisdom. I would not necessarily reckon that we would be shocked by an offering. No, we would all become about 12 in our heads and snigger and point. We would smirk and and make fairly unoriginal licentious comments to our friends and move on to the next offering.
In short, we would miss the point, rather…..if you would excuse the pun (See? See what I mean?!).
I do have a question, mind. Having watched this a couple(!) of times, I noticed something rather telling. Have a look and see for yourself.
In the next toilet cubicle there are a lot of graphic representations of the doodler’s art-form of, shall we say, the female private ladies’ place. A lot. I made a careful note of this.
My question is this? Why is this the case if the person washing their hands after using the facilities is a young woman? What class of a female toilet is this, pray? Where might one find such a place? C’est bizarre, non?
Oh, those naughty, naughty French……!!
