Rasmenian Detritus

Official Website of Author Rasmenia Massoud

2015-01-09 13.09.03

Our little house in the French countryside sits somewhere between Paris and Chartres. Barely visible from the road, it hides in the middle of several tall pine trees where squirrels, pheasants and frogs bounce around doing things that busy animals do. Upstairs, in the attic of our house and in my husband Olivier’s home office are several tall stacks of newspapers. Newspapers that look like this: When I moved to […]

Categories: La Vie en France


After exchanging emails, letters and phone calls for 8 months with a French guy I’d met online, it was time to go to Paris to meet him face-to-face; time to look one another in the eye and discover if our long-distance chemistry would hold up in the flesh. I’d been in Paris one other time, 7 years before, but this time was different. This time, I wasn’t a tourist. This […]


Earlier this year, a French doctor announced that women are better off without bras. Now, I know some women are quite fond of their bras, or feel the need for a bra. Cool. Keep on rockin’ the harness, ladies. However, I read the article and said, “Well, no shit. Bras are stupid.” I have always hated bras. I feel stiff and restrained. Tied down. Strapped. Saddled. Shackled. I scratch and […]

Categories: La Vie en France, Whatever

Accidentally on Purpose

I admit it. I’m a TV junkie. Okay, well… that’s not accurate. I detest TV, but am addicted to various TV series. I’ve been this way ever since the first time I saw this: Don’t even get me started on my movie problem. Now, it’s worse. TV has become so much better. The writing is tighter. The production value is higher. Many of the actors are more skilled. There’s more […]

Categories: La Vie en France, Whatever

I'm sure you all remember when John McClane defeated Hans Gruber in the Bruce Willis classic, "The Crystal Trap."

It recently occurred to me that I haven’t made fun of any French weirdness in quite a while. I mean, it’s been like, 2 whole blog posts ago. It’s not that I’d stopped noticing, having grown accustomed & become part of the weirdness. Okay, okay… I may have become a wee part of the weirdness, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take notice of it. One thing that has been […]

Admittedly, a weird, crooked face can be quite endearing.

Before I even get started, let me warn you that if you get squeamish when it comes to chatter about doctors poking around in lady bits, then this post will not interest, amuse or inform you in any way. You’ll likely be too preoccupied with all of your squeamishing to to focus on reading, so… off you go while the rest of us talk. Like a great many people, I’ve […]

Categories: La Vie en France