To add to the most trivial tangent of this trivial thread, I have to say that in all my French education and from listening to my French mother, French relatives, and kids in the French community in France and in Houston, I don't think I've ever heard someone refer to an Americain language except in jest. Why do we care again?
My Danish Grandmother, who had a very unidiomatic command of English, although she actually spoke it very well was at a dinner party one night here in the states with my dad. charming as always, she complimented a gentlemen on the flower in his lapel with the comment "My, what a lovely flower you have in you butt-hole!" She also used to talk about how life is full of hard knocks, and "everyone has a bit of contrary wind in this life, from and then." something i think about whenever i've had a bit too much curry...
