... and are always chic!
Well? WELL???
I bet that you thought: now dear Britta went totally gaga. German women? Chic??
May I try to look into your head when you hear the word "German"? Do I see Gretel with Zöpfen, Dirndl, munching Sauerkraut and Strudel??!? ("Sauerkraut", says husband and grins when I tell him of this post, "Sauerkraut makes slim!" True. Strudel not - but that's imported from Austria.)
Then why, I ask - WHY? - are a lot of women, millions of women, buying a book with the title "French Women don't get fat"?
I am often in France, have an ex-brother-in-law there - and let me tell you: the average French woman is short, practically dressed, and often a bit - stout. As she is in Italy. Or in England. Or Germany.
Of course I see in Paris exceptional beautiful women, very elegant and very chic. But I see them in New York, in in London, in Florence and in Munich too, and though I never have been to Brisbane I expect to find there also chic women.
The French have been very clever in building up an image. A cliché.
The same is true for the image of lovers - head up, Englishmen, no need to hide your light under a bushel! - err- purely (!) scientifically spoken, of course.
Clichés are nice, they give you a sort of orientation, but beware: you should not believe every fairy tale that dear old grandma is telling you.
Now I go to eat my Pretzel. With Kraut. Slims like mad - as does my daily dance of Schuhplattler. Hahaha.
