| | Actually, Linz, I think there is an explanation for at least part of the paradox, going back to the doctrine of "The Stranger" by Camus. Nihilists commonly indulge in the "decadent" pleasures of the flesh -- sex and food -- because they think those are the *only* values to be had in life. So, yes, the French savor their meals, but that's all they look forward to. (That and their vacations.) The phenomenon is quite observable in all chic nihilists, as is its opposite in Americans. Ambitious, spunky, purposeful Americans are often so occupied with their long-term, more profound values, that they can (sometimes vulgarly) overlook the importance and details of finer things. Their jumbo-size attitude and bluntness, so charming in an overall sense, simply don't work so well when applied to food, for which optimal tastiness is arrived at through subtlety.
All of this, as I say, is very easily observable. I've seen many examples of both all around me.
None of which is to say that the perfect combination isn't possible. I actually admire the way in which the French savor their food -- savoring is savoring, after all, and the fact that something is your only passion doesn't take away from its intensity. Americans can learn from this; it's all a matter of context, and getting the *most* out of life, finding enjoyment wherever it is to be had. But I would be careful before equating the savoring of food (or even sex) with the savoring of life, as nihilists have a history of doing the first without the second.
Alec
P.S. The horrors of America's therapeutic culture, I believe, are part of a seperate issue.
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