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Problème - Masculine or Feminine ?


Looking back at those days when I was avidly learning the French language, at one point I was in doubt of the gender (all French nouns have gender) of the word "problem," spelled "problème" in French.
    Approaching my Belgian friend, I asked her if the word problème is a feminine noun, because French nouns ending in e are mostly feminine. I burst out laughing when she replied, "Elmo, do you think a problem is feminine?"
    Thinking it's just a joke, I checked the word in a French dictionary. You are correct, I said, still laughing. Problem is masculine.

    xxxxx

Thanks God! I am now back to blogging again.  It is a must for me, since I have now a YouTube channel, " Homelessman Withadream ". So, I'm inviting you to check my first video, " Episode 1 ". 

Also, I'm promoting my other video, " It's a Wonderful World -- an insight ". 

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