What's in a name?

My blog name seems to draw a lot of arched eyebrows and confused looks. My email addy is CynthiaWC, and in France (or Europe en générale), "W.C. " strictly means Water Closet, or the toilet. Thank you to friend who brought attention to this uncanniness.


"Water closet, one person at a time. Thanks."

Our review teacher, Madame Carlos, shared this song with us:

Anais - Mon coeur, mon amour.





Mon coeur, mon amour, mon amour, mon coeur {x2}

Ca dégouline d'amour,
C'est beau mais c'est insupportable.
C'est un pudding bien lourd
De mots doux à chaque phrases :

"Elle est bonne ta quiche, amour"
"Mon coeur, passe moi la salade"
Et ça se fait des mamours,
Se donne la becquée à table.

Ce mélange de sentiments
Aromatisé aux fines herbes
Me fait sourire gentiment
Et finalement me donne la gerbe !

Je hais les couples qui me rappellent que je suis seule !
Je déteste les couples, je les hais tout court !
Mon coeur, mon amour, mon amour, mon coeur {x2}

C'est un épais coulis
Ca me laisse le cul par terre
Autant de mièvrerie
Nappée de crème pâtissière

"Coucou qu'est ce que tu fais mon coeur ?"
"La même chose qu'y a une demie heure... "
"J' t'ai appelé y a cinq minutes mon ange mais ça répondait pas...
Alors j' t'ai rappelé... pour la douzième fois de la journée...
En niquant tout mon forfait...
Mais qu'est ce que tu fais mon adoré ?
Ouais je sais on se voit après...
Non c'est toi qui raccroches... Non c'est toi...
Non c'est toi qui raccroches... Non c'est toi...
Non c'est toi... C'est toi ... Bon d'accord je te rappelle... "

Je hais les couples qui se rappellent quand je suis seule !
Je déteste les couples, je les hais tout court !


It's so anti-French, yet so so French. I really don't get the video, but if you read/translate the lyrics, the song is hilarious. It's pretty much making fun of PDA and gag-provoking couple behavior.

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