All right, France. You've got it. On behalf of the great nation of the United States of America and in the spirit of our long and harmonious relationship, I apologize for "Emily in Paris."
I didn't know you'd feel so strongly about it. I didn't even know you really even knew about it. So if I seemed a little slow on the regret when I was in the City of Light recently, please be assured it was simply out of surprise, not any lack of deep national shame. I tried to get up to speed, however, when I quickly realized that nearly ever Parisian I'd encounter would want to know, "Have you seen 'Emily in Paris'?" — and then follow up with a lengthy and highly accusatory list of all its culinary, sartorial and cultural offenses.
