Sympathy for the Bedevilled
'Take agriculture. France's agricultural policy is actually a part of its cultural policy. France has long had an agricultural policy geared towards maintaining what's called "La France Profonde". French Governments and legislatures have consistently made decisions about agriculture that were meant to not change the landscape, literally. They want rural France to never stop looking like rural France. So they subsidize small farms connected to archaic village market systems which in turn are connected to national markets via some "methode ancienne" or another. And in a way, it's a good idea. France is the world's most visited tourist destination and one of the things tourists look for is the French country town with its produce markets, bakers, etc. How fun would it be to visit these same towns if they were inhabited by no actual locals but rather only by wealthy city people from all over the world that like to spend two weeks a year there? 'Cause that is in fact the alternative. In a France fully connected to the global marketplace of produce and food, the "paysans" of France would no longer be able to live in these beautiful places.
Now let's apply that kind of genuine conservative thinking to the current debate about labor laws that is going on in the streets of Paris. The French don't want France to change. Last year, we realized that the native, non-immigrant, non-descendant-of-immigrant Frenchmen don't really want a multicultural France, at least not on a personal, bread-breaking level. They want a Frenchman to look and sound like Frenchmen do. Now this year, after the whole question of ethnicity has been grappled with ad nauseum and has resulted in a resounding lack of change to the staus quo, they deal with another almost existential question regarding Frenchness. The question is a labor issue and regards the way that worktime, holiday time, and the age-old process that determines who gets the really good jobs affects how France looks, feels, behaves. Anyone that has lived in France knows about this. The French civil service is the most codified, rules-based, unchangeable thing existing the First World, even the Roman Catholic Church is more open to change. The French civil service ensures for those within it, a guarantee of five weeks of vacation, 36 to 40-hour workweeks, lifelong employment, and never ever having to do anything that is not in your official job description. That ethic within the civil service affects how the private sector works as well. These rules are the reason for example that when you go to a cafe in France you are served by almost formal, uniform-wearing middle aged men who proudly regard this as their profession rather than by some local college student trying to get beer money. These rules are the reason that Paris has effective daily trash collection by seemingly normal people you might otherwise have a coffee with in a Brasserie.
I could go on all day about this, but the point is, the French are grappling with maintaining their identity and it is both sad and satisfying to watch it happen for many of us. Sad because so many of the things that make those of us who love France really value the place are under incredible pressure to disappear. Satisfying because so many of those of us who have to live elsewhere than France are really sick of having to struggle on out here in Globalized Land while all those Jean-Baptistes and Yvettes live these wonderful lives under the watchful eye of La Patrie.