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Le French bashing has spread to France. Are things really that bad?

Jonathan Meades thinks it’s rash to judge an entire country by the comings and goings of the rancorous former First Bimbo

13 December 2014

9:00 AM

13 December 2014

9:00 AM

The French for French-bashing is le French bashing. This verbally costive nation is at it once again, torpidly borrowing an approximately English expression rather than coining its own. Such bashing is not an exclusively Anglo-Saxon practice. There is indigenous bashing. At least there is Éric Zemmour, whose salutary Le Suicide français was published a couple of months ago.

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