From what I understand, the whole French animosity thing probably goes back to the colonial days, when we were all Englishmen fighting the French in the 1760s
That said, Franco-American politics is kinda funny in that it is always going back and forth between us loving eachother and us being ready to tear eachother’s throats out (figuratively, of course). 1760 we hate those darned French, 1780 we love those darned french, 1790’s we hate those darned French again, 1812 we might not care much for the French, but at least they’re not the English, etc.
American support of foreign nations has often been a fickle thing based on whatever the needs of the moment are. If the English attack, then we love the French. If the French attack, then we love the English. That said, with the exception of one huffy and grumpy Spanish teacher I had in Oklahoma, every French person I have met has made a good impression on me. Granted, these were all French people who decided to go to school in Texas for some reason or another, and let’s not discount the fact that at least a few of these were cute French women.