Up until recently, the principal subject of discussion in France was the sad state of the nation and the apparent failure of
François Hollande and his Socialist government in the economic domain. Then an amazing affair was created out of the blue by the French chief of police,
Manuel Valls, seen here in a Jewish context.
Valls finally succeeded in censuring the black-skinned French anti-Zionist comedian
Dieudonné, whose presentations were promptly outlawed through draconian laws and methods that would be surely unthinkable in many English-speaking nations (such as the USA, the UK, Canada and Australia).
All this agitation was taking place just a few days ago, and dominating the media in France. Then, in the space of a few hours, everything changed. Overnight (literally), a new affair eclipsed the old ones. The world learned with amazement that stealthy
ScooterMan had been sighted in the middle of the night, at an out-of-bounds location not far away from the Elysées Palace, and that
paperazzi photos would be appearing in a French magazine the following morning.
The next day, we were bombarded with images of a new glamor couple: the French president and a beautiful actress,
Julie Gayet.
Now, I wish to make a humble and totally irrelevant personal statement concerning this lady. A few years ago, I was stunned by her portrayal of
Isabella, the
She-wolf of France [1295-1358], wife of the gay king
Edward II of England, in the TV series entitled
Les Rois maudits (
The Accursed Kings).
At that time, I was unearthing genealogical links between the
Skeffingtons and the
Plantagenet monarchs. For a few days, my mind was filled with the crazy idea that maybe this mysterious creature named Julie Gayet—who struck me as one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen—might be an ancestor of mine. [Since those days of fanciful thinking, I've become aware that my authentic Skeffington ancestors had branched away earlier on, at the Tudor epoch, from those who would get mixed up with the Plantagenet monarchy. In any case, the real Isabella may have been less beauteous than her modern representation.]
Today, in any case, when I hear that Julie Gayet has apparently been swept off her feet by ScooterMan, I feel strangely relieved, for I see retrospectively that she was never really a make-believe creature associated with my imaginary past, but merely a modern and perfectly normal French woman, attracted by a quite normal French president. The following American cartoon provides a good summary of the situation:
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