They did give us considerable military aid during our own revolution. Maybe it was just to fuck with the British, but hey, it's the thought that counts.
Lots of good art, even if much of it was drug-induced.
Serge Gainsbourg, who, by drinking and smoking his way through a career of shockingly filthy pop songs, took the persona of the don't-give-a-fuck pop star to new heights. Also shagged Brigitte Bardot.
The bikini. Yup, we have two French dudes to thank for that.
The Concorde (well, half of it, anyway).
Brie, which is delicious.
Escargot, which is also delicious. (Screw y'all. It is.)
The Citroën automobile.
Air, which is possibly the most subtle make-out music out there.
And last but not least, of course we have . . .
Joyeux Anniversaire, you Bastille-charging, crusty-bread-eating socialists, you. And we're sorry about the whole Freedom Fries thing.