Fishmonger Unhygienix. Taken from the Asterix Project. |
Lovers of French Hochkultur remember that fresh ingredients are
not only vital for public health but public order as well.
A notoriously well-known
set of case studies has an inhabitant of a Gallic village (Indomitable village/Village
gaulois) taste fish, complain about their foul smell to the fishmonger (Unhygienix/Ordralfabétix) who takes offence. The situation quickly escalates into a
village-wide brawl. The explanation that the fish are from Lutetia (Lutèce – nowadays known as Paris) does not help customer satisfaction, though
it does somewhat explain the peculiar taste of fish in the era before refrigeration.
As a result, fish from Lutèce sound like something to be avoided in general –
even if as a precaution. (When food poisoning is a possible outcome, withholding
from eating something potentially delicious based on risk analysis is a generally
recommended course of action.) Imagine my surprise a few days ago when the best mackerel (maquereau)
that I have ever sunk my teeth into was one from Lutèce. The fishmonger (poissonier)
must have seasoned it with an assortment of ingredients, including whole pepper.
On a more serious note, there is something refreshing about
the conflict resolution and unbridled emotionality in the Indomitable village.
When they are unhappy, they fight. (They somehow make up afterwards.) If they
do not fight when it comes to conflict – which must be rare – they shout at
each other. Nowadays, the former is
punishable in most Western jurisdictions. If kids fight (squabble) at school, parents
are usually summoned to school with the expectation that the kids will desist in the future. Shouting
has slowly acquired a similar status – it is frowned upon. You may
shout at your dog and possibly at your very young descendant if they are in
danger of setting their unwary tiny feet on a road unattended. Everything else
is potentially verbal violence, which can cause you serious trouble with your
HR. I reckon that this is fair (or at least justifiable given
all the power talk of the day). Still, it may appear that anger has been singled
out unfairly. (Expressing positive emotions is generally okay, while sadness
and fear might be gaining some acceptance, too. Perhaps vulnerability has something to do with this.) Hokay, so one is not expected
to express anger verbally, nor physically. Are we allowed to feel anger? My naïve
self wishes to exclaim an emphatic “Yes!” based on the belief that experiencing
emotions falls under freedom of thought (or conscience). Ha, but unless you
have the training of a Buddhist monk or a Japanese corporate hack, your feeling
of anger will be accompanied by bodily manifestations (clenched fists, teeth,
change in breath), which are noticeable. On many an occasion did I hear “Why are
you getting angry?” or “I do not like you getting angry.” from people whose very
behaviour gave me the (somewhat legitimate) grounds to feel angry. And when I
did and tried to suppress it(!), I got castigated. Not for becoming angry or aggressive but for the perceptible
nature of my emotion. (Sadly, I had no space to bring the European Convention of Human Rights into the discussion.)
Yes, it is difficult to communicate to people that they must
allow you to feel your emotions. That you are not guilty of feeling the way that
you do. That the way you are feeling at the moment is not strictly their
doing; nor will it have disastrous effects on your future interactions. Difficult but necessary. Still, my introverted self cannot help thinking that the Gauls from Astérix had it much
easier.
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