Sedaris again. La
version cocasse de la grammaire française et de la trickiest question, celle du genre – masculin
et féminin. Gay scène parisienne :
« I’ve started referring to everything in
the plural, which can get expensive but has solved a lot of my problems. […] A
masculine kilo of feminine tomatoes presents a sexual problem easily solved by
asking two kilos of tomatoes. I’ve started using the plural while shopping, and
Hugh has started using it in our cramped kitchen, where he stands huddled in
the corner, shouting: “What do we need with four pounds of tomatoes?” I answer that
I’m sure we can use them for something. The only hard part is finding someplace
to put them. They won’t fit the refrigerator, as I filled the last remaining shelf
with two chickens I bought from the butcher the night before, forgetting that we
were still getting our way through a pair of pork roasts the size of Duraflame
logs. “We could put them next to the radios,”, I say, “or grind them for sauce
in one of the blenders. Don’t get so mad. Having four pounds of tomatoes is
better than having no tomatoes at all, isn’t it?” » (Me Talk Pretty…, p. 190-191).
