For me, there are things I love about France and the French and things I hate about them.
Love:
Food
Art
General culture, particularly when it comes to familial and social epicurianism.
Hate:
Socialism and trade unionization taken to extreme and silly levels. Of course, as a staunch individualist, my definition of silly is far to right of many on these boards.
Intergovernmental relations and global power that far outweighs its deserved influence.
The 35-hour work week, ridiculously generous benefits, refusal to deal with their immigration problem (although we can’t speak too well on that one ourselves)
What appears to be a sense of superiority that exceeds even the stereotypical redneck’s embracing of the: USA Number One! mentality.
Here’s a great annecdote. My wife is from Quebec. She speaks French beautifully, albeit with a Quebec accent. A few years ago she was working as a server in this yuppie tavern in downtown Phoenix.
In come two French businessmen who sit in her station. She’s thrilled because, other than her weekly call home to her mom, she never gets to converse in French. She approaches them, greets them asks for their drink order, in French.
They looked at her with disgust, and one of them said, in English, “Yoor aksant iz awfool. Please to speak weethe uz een Ingleash.” She thinks the cooks, to whom she told the incident in her broken Spanglish, did something to their order, but she could never get them to fess up what it might have been.
As a result of this, I’ve been working hard on my French since we got together four years ago, but I work on maintaining a classic French accent. I figure, if we go to France, we’ll have an easier time getting along, and the good folks in Quebec aren’t such dicks that they’ll look down their noses at a European French accent, at least they never have in any our trips there. More than one person has even complimented me on how beautifully, their term, I speak, particularly for an American.