The French and AntiDepressants
So yes, France has this really great health care system in which you only need to pay like $5 to treat your cancer and you can even finagle your insurance paying for designer Chloé sunglasses.
But if you’re American and are on some type of medication, it is A) probably not available here, and B) most likely frowned upon. OK, so I generalize, but to be specific, the French obviously don’t think the same way about antidepressants.
Over in the States, we pop them like candy (and if you pop one, you probably down a whole cocktail of uppers and downers). In my opinion, perfectly healthy. The French are way into the whole homeopathic thing, which, for the most part is bullshit. I remember growing up with my Franco-American girlfriend and how her French mother always used to stuff her overnight bag full of these packs of homeopathic meds from France. They came in little tubes that you clicked like a pen and three small white balls would pop out. They were sugar coated, so you put them on your tongue and let them melt.
Meaning we went to town on echinacea and whatever else was packed along, which usually covered every part of the body. “This one is for your ears. (Sugar.) This one is for your eyes. (Sugar.) This one is for constipation. (Sugar.)” So, I should have known that I’d get myself into a nightmare over here.