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...people who condemned Dati's decision, most were women. Maya Surduts of the National Collective for the Rights of Women called Dati's decision a "scandal," arguing that employers could use it to "put intolerable pressure on women" to cut short their maternity leave - enshrined in French law as 16 weeks' paid leave. Florence Montreynaud of the feminist organization Chiennes de Garde (Guard Dogs) likened Dati to women in the 1920s who gave birth on the factory floor for fear of being fired. The hundreds of readers who ranted on the website of the magazine Femme Actuelle the day after...
...mother died young and her Moroccan father raised the family in a housing project on his modest earnings as a construction worker - Dati began working at 16, studying at night, and later earned economics and law degrees. As the first person of North-African descent to run a major French Ministry she has proved to be an ambitious fighter. But post-birth, she faced an unenviable decision, says Gwendoline Michaelis, editor in chief of Femme Actuelle's website. "If she had not come back to work, people would say she is a good mother but no good for politics...
...ability to make those choices is what separates us - and Dati - from past eras and from the millions of women in the developing world. Ironically, Dati's choice might help working mothers. On Jan. 12 the French government proposed a new law to offer cabinet ministers temporary replacements during four-month maternity leaves. Great. But it doesn't mean Dati would have stayed away from her job any longer. And nor should...
...addition to winning an Oscar in 1966 for his short film Le Poulet, Claude Berri helped craft the sensibility of French New Age cinema. He was known for his lush cinematography and neatly resolved plots, and he worked as a producer for directors such as Roman Polanski and Milos Forman. Berri...
...Baudelaire flâner up the tree-lined Avenue Kléber through the sixteenth arrondissement in Paris, the Eiffel Tower at my back did little to deaden the pangs of hunger in my stomach. Fresh off my flight from home, I had been promptly abandoned by my numbingly French host family and had bravely ventured out in search of my first French meal. Unfortunately, in this astronomically expensive and quite residential quartier, baguette sandwiches with camembert or jambon simply do not abound.After an inordinate number of blocks, I could sense the blisters begin to burgeon on my heels. There...