The French healthcare was not just first rate – it was humane. Rather than fighting with insurance, all our energy could be spent on one thing: caring for my father.

Apparently the French even do health care better than you, along with being better at being women than you. (Also, come on, the doctors can make house calls because Paris is small, guys.) But I’m glad that this man was able to access great health care while dealing with pancreatic cancer. May everyone be so lucky. France!

At some point I am writing a piece on French women that starts with “when I saw the French woman pull a bag of trash out of a dumpster and throw it at her companions, missing them in a whiff, I knew that French women have something different, a flame that burns brightly.”