a few months ago, we stopped doing the double-kiss while greeting friends hello. no thought process was had, we simply decided we’d had enough. so, with strong resolve and a raised hand came the declaration “we no longer do the double.” in fact, we believe we actually may have pronounced it doob-lay, which we’re quite sure made our buddy a lot less happy to see bras and ranties that day.
however from that day forward, we cannot. we simply cannot. what silly soul decided this was a good idea for the western hemisphere to adopt into practice? that awkward dance of noses. the flash of doubt: are we gonna dooblay? the trace of what was consumed for dinner. no no.
one is simply enough, or perhaps a warm hug hello. why we must be forced to brush our foundation/illuminizer/bronzer combo ™ against all the sweaty boys is simply beyond us. we encourage each of you to just say no to the dooblay. start the revolution. anarchy!
what was the point of this again? oh yes. la bise (known in more modern circles as the dooblay) a tradition as french as it gets has now come under global threat: the swine. the health ministry and local school officials in france are now encouraging citizens to cease the practice, for fear that they may very well speed up transmission. that, and the menages a trois. read more here.