My last name is Coincon. To the uninitiated, Coincon is a rather hard name to pronounce, and the cidilla under the second C doesn’t help matters. Most people mangle the pronounciation horribly and then cry “OMG, is that French?!?!?1/1?” I am usually able to keep from crying after such an accusation, but not always. The sauce helps.
Despite outward linguistic appearences, I’m actually Swiss. That’s right, Swiss. I would make disparaging remarks about the French at this point to drive the point home, but my people are renowned for their neutrality. And chocolate. Therefore, in an attempt to stave off future traumatic experiences, I have compiled (see: pulled From Out My Ass (FOMA)) this list of ways by which the layperson may easily distinguish between a proud, versatile Swiss monolith and loathsome, cowardly French vermin. Note for the record how diplomatically I presented that last statement.

