Oh Erik, just chill out. The French idolize Saint-Exupéry and his goofy book, so this is purely for them. No one in the rest of the civilized world is under any obligation to pay the slightest attention. It would be like thinking about the French pop charts. Does anyone do that? No.
"You know, there's something, you know, that... masculine love of a certain kind of oily muscle, you know what I mean? I mean, I can't quite put my finger on it, but I can just imagine some beautiful SS man loving The Little Prince. You know, I don't know why, but there's something wrong with it. It stinks!" --My Dinner With Andre
Care to delve a bit deeper on *why* you feel the way you do?