With this year's Best Actress Oscar going to curvaceous croissant Marion Cotillard for her portrayal of bisexual French singer Edith Piaf in La Vie En Rose and French President Nicholas Sarkozy's marriage to often-nude polyamorous star-fucking supermodel Carla Bruni last month, my thoughts have turned to unreasonable hotness of French babes. This recent survey of the sexual habits of women in France shows a marked (and welcome) increase in the their sexual partners. The survey also reports that the age of their first sexual encounter has dropped from 19 in 1950 to 17 and a half today. Curiously, one in five French men have reported little to no interest in sex, which might mean that these increasingly horny Gallic gal-pals are going girl-groping in lieu of kissing frogs. As skin-ecdotal evidence of this trend, take a look at Ludivine Sagnier's latest film, Love Songs (2007), in which she has a panty-clad make-out scene with Vichy vag-itarian Clotilde Hesme. From Josephine Baker to Catherine Deneuve to Emmanuelle Seigner the funbags, fannies, and furburgers of French femmes have long put the dance in my pants. We love their wine, their cheese, and their ticklers. Why not import some of that liberte sexuelle?