Maybe it’s because he’s French and we’re supposed to expect these things. The French being far more sophisticated than we are — according to a recent survey, they forgive infidelity more than any other nation. Maybe it’s because Hollande’s never married anyone. Maybe it’s because it’s hard to take a man seriously whose security detail for clandestine hook-ups transports itself via motor scooter. Seriously, does anyone — least of all a head of state — look dignified on a Vespa?
I’m sorry chumps, I love the timely, tasty infidelity tidbit, but my snark is just not firing up for this one.
Part of my problem is I don’t find Valerie Trierweiler very sympathetic as a chump. Apparently, she was the other woman in Hollande’s long-term relationship with the mother of his four children, Ségolène Royal. (Not a marriage, which they’re quoted as saying was too “bourgeois,” but some French arrangement of domesticity and politics. He supported her run for president. On the down side, he cheated on her for years with Trierweiler.)
So forgive me if I don’t feel oodles of compassion for a former mistress who retreats to the Palace of Versailles to compose herself after the insult of Not Being All That Special. Yes, Valerie, if he’ll cheat with you, he’ll cheat on you. It’s humiliating? OMG, the affair with Julie Gayet had been going on for two years? You don’t say.
Hollande, a man who looks like a near-sighted, undercooked potato, has all the grandiosity God gave personality disorders. He’s told Trierweiler to “wait.” He needs some time to choose between women.
How French. “Let them eat cake.”