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We all know people who wear skinny jeans and lumberjack shirts, have a beard, or ride a skateboard. But put those things together, along with a penchant for free-trade organic foods, or a love of music and films hardly anyone has ever heard of, and you get the now well-known phenomenon known as the hipster. But what, specifically, does a Parisian hipster look like ?
If there’s one thing that consistently drives me crazy about living in France, it’s the misuse of apostrophes. Even though I give the French a big break on this one, since there aren’t any possessive apostrophes in their language, some folks seem to take a malin plaisir, or malicious pleasure, in mangling words of English-language origin by using apostrophes in awkward places.
This isn’t a story about bastards. It’s a story about tabbouleh. Well, okay - it IS a story about a band of bastards. And it’s also about a bastard tabbouleh, full of colorful tomatoes, radishes, cucumbers, parsley, arugula, and crunchy sweet pomegranate seeds. So if you’re a tabbouleh purist, then you should read no further !