Strutting their stuff with their fake (Buzău) or real (Bucharest) Fendis, these are the kind of women who step out of their car and hoist their G-string up. They have long blond hair, large amounts of make-up, particularly on their eyes, and their cleavage on full display, wherever possible. They are of the Victoria Beckham School of Style, but the distinct Romanian sub-branch that skips the modules on Less Is More and Don't Let Your Weight Creep Up Over 6 Stone.
For this, of course, they should be commended; these girls of usually healthy-looking and curvaceous and they proudly wear bold patterns and bright colours, which is a sight for sore eyes, after years in France where any female over the age of ten is restricted to wearing black in any social context.
I somehow doubt I could ever obtain the perfected grooming needed to be a pitzipoancă, and although I do have some of the necessary accessories – a lurid coloured house and robust 4x4 – one essential detail is missing, and that is a Fat Man.
The Malteaser is not so-named for his love of scoffing chocolate and decidedly not of portly dimensions. He has been told by many locals that he is too thin, which is not true. He is simply thinner than many young men here, who are definitely overweight. (And I should make a point here that although I often belittle the Malteaser on this blog, I am actually very happy that he hasn't given in to the pressure of Romanians to try and fatten him up!)
So my message is this. Girls, either ditch the fat lump or get him out jogging. If you like a big man, make sure it's muscle he's packing, not lard. If you go to all that effort I don't see why he shouldn't. Aim high! Think big toned!
For pictures and Romanian explanations, click here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmkVBUpAao4
2 comments:
You're confirming my worry that I'm not nearly blingtastic enough to be naturalised as a romanca! Mind you I do weigh every-so-slightly more than 6 stone so at least I have that covered. You have the fat man thing down too. My guy's romanian nickname is grasul, which even I can translate. Luckily it's from his childhood and he's much more streamlined these days.
Do you get much of a feel for how the gender balance works out in Romania? I get the impression that although there are university educations and careers, that it's still pretty traditional. I sometimes worry that himself will revert to his preconditioned notions and I'll be expected to be chained to a sink. Or am I just being paranoid or prejudiced or both?
Whilst I agree that there is definitely a macho kind of culture in some respects, you find women work in every industry and at all levels here. People will probably look up to you, no matter what you do, which is hard when you're looking to them for hints about how to fit in.
As for how himself is going to be, nu stiu. The Malteaser has expresssed the wish to have more home cooked meals but I think this has as much to do with missing French cooking as anything else!
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