I do not know if you saw this film by Yvan Attal, My Wife Is An Actress with his wife Charlotte Gainsbourg. Me, no. But I think I'm beginning to understand the feeling which animated.
Speaking of others, this is something I have undertaken several times in these pages. However, I will tackle a doubly perilous exercise: I'll tell you about the now famous Marion_mdm . Why doubly dangerous? Very simply because everything seems to have been said about the girl, and besides, I know that many difficulties to be perfectly objective.
Marion, for many, at the base, it is and it. There is a number that will not go further and do not look elsewhere.
Marion is also the pretty brunette who speaks a little chewing his words in a report by Special Envoy, or the one with which we begin to speak of "half-cock" Grand Journal. Marion is also a word, she is proud: "pathignon", it happens to place in the Figaro Magazine she made the cover, not later than last week. Yes, I know, if you read my blog, you should already be familiar with these concepts, I'm going to stop rehashing them here.
In a nutshell, Marion has become, thanks to his style, his impertinence, but also by chance (and I know she'll hate me saying it that way), a phenomenon net. Make no mistake, my dear little friends, it is highly unlikely that you or I get there by doing the same. Marion's success, and she must do to itself. The legions of trolls are massing at its doors can not help it: Marion is unassailable on the merits, why they fall back behind sexist, or advanced form of misogyny testostéronée, the male who wraps himself in his pride 5000 years of history (and much of prehistory), it will be granted through a few wars and a lot of tasks and blunders.
But anyway, his old critics as admirers of the last hour have the easy shortcut. Whoever has the gift of my nerves too.
I read the article by William , and I could not but be agree with what he said because I know he knows it for what it is. I must confess myself away in the first instance against that little jerk who came to rob me an article that I would anyway never been published because of my emotional situation with the girl.
Finally, it was to realize that, precisely, no. Quite the contrary! After all, why should I be forbidden to publish anything under that I am (note: I will start something big, a kind of bomb to spoiler hints, get ready PLAYER!) The Last -fucking- Boy!?
So here is said and I must confess, my dear little friends, it is not necessarily all the time not easy to deal with ghosts that arise from a relatively recurrent digital past, as widely publicized. Not more than being somewhat locked in the straitjacket of a role for which you are not sure to be cut.
I had to be one of the few to ignore all of its media when I courted. Evidenced by a text published in such places on our meeting -one of the many texts that will never find now, I'm a distressing inconsistency. Concepts such as the Stalker, the CARP or other "dick"-ures (I concede that bad pun, I entreat you) me, so foreign. Oh, I have since largely caught being late (although there appear to me that intrusive to focus on certain areas of the life of Marion), and I must be one of his biggest fans and it would be hard do otherwise if one considers the place of choice that I occupy in the texts for some time, and with a consistency that I can appreciate.
I wanted to write this article about this lady who is supporting me for eight months now to set the record straight on time and cut short the (many) shortcuts. My "wife" is a blogger, talent, writing intelligent and intelligible, accessible, talented, deeply human. It is an analyst, a sociologist, a novelist. Marion leads his merry way without asking anything to anyone, without being aggressive or free, as are too many people on the blogosphere. Marion is one of the few people to "exist" on the internet.
While it is true that it can irritate. But meanwhile, my dear little friends, so try to take as it does, and we'll talk!
PS: Speaking of legions of trolls may be somewhat exaggerated, but I like to consider myself as a slayer of a time forgotten, who rides her unicorn in wreaking havoc in the enemy ranks.
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