Kicking sand in France’s face

It’s Friday, so how’s about we phone in a classic: ridiculing the French? (We like using French words, like “ridicule” against them.)

If you’re looking for lunch money and don’t mind wiping mime make-up off your knuckles or their goofy Monopoly dollars, then France is the place to go. It’s a country entirely untouched by Charles Atlas; only 5.4 percent belong to fitness clubs.

(And we all know that only 10 percent of members at any fitness club actually go to the gym after joining.)

Despite the best efforts by fitness companies to export manorexia, the French have resisted, making it the first time they’ve done so without U.S. support. Instead, they prefer to model themselves after the goth kids by drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes in a cafe.

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