In Gisèle Pelicot’s place, I would completely refuse the trial, the publicity, all of it. Mind you, I’m not saying she should have refused. I’m saying I would have. In my worldview, I’m at least equally responsible for the relationships I create. Once again, I’m not saying Pelicot is responsible. I’m saying I am. I’m an active agent of my life, and if my half-a-century marriage were to lead to such ugliness, I’d care about nothing before figuring out why I constituted it this way. I’d definitely not want to spend the last few good years of my life on being a public spectacle.
I respect Pelicot’s choice but I really don’t get her lionization on social media. People are wailing that she’s the person of the century but that would be really sad for the century. A decade of being completely asleep to her own life and a passivity of extraordinary proportions do not merit all the gushing.



