WHILE staying at my late grandmother’s village last week, situated in the outskirts of Naples, I played translator between an Italian and an English wife.
Men
And the subject of the conversation? Their Men! It all started on the last night of our stay when my mother’s cousin brought us to a restaurant where we sampled the area’s finest dishes.
A Taste
After our meal Paolo and Francesca, close friends of the family, popped by to say hello. As we all sat at the table, Francesca gave her partner Paolo a taste of the food she had just tried with the spoon she used to eat from herself.
Shock
Now, my aunty Jane, an English woman married to my mother’s brother gasped in disbelief. The subject of her shock? Francesca’s pride in feeding her man in public.
The discussion which took place next between the two women, lasted over an hour and it went something like this:
Jane: “In England women do not feed their husbands or boyfriends in public.”
Francesca: “Why ever not?! There is nothing wrong with letting your partner taste something you like and want to share.”
Jane: “But it looks so, so degrading.”
Francesca: “Nonsense! What about feeding your children? Do you think that is degrading also?”
Jane: “Totally! There is no way I’d share my spoon with my children or anyone, it’s disgusting. My cutlery is for my use only! Do you not have women’s rights here?”
Francesca: (after an explanation of women’s rights) “Sure we do but it doesn’t mean we avoid showing affection to our loved ones. I suppose you detest seeing two lovers in public holding hands or cuddling?”
Jane: “Most definitely. I always say get a room!”
Francesca: “You know, Italian women love affection and romance. If there were two men and one gave me 100 red roses and another gave me a single red rose, which he had to steel, guess which one I’d prefer?
“The latter, you know why? Because the one who had to steel the rose risked far more in obtaining the gift for me.”
Jane: “Okay, That’s just nuts!”
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