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Catherine Deneuve doesn’t speak for France, or feminism

As a feminist, as a millennial, as a Frenchwoman, I feel betrayed and I am angry.

“Rape is a crime. But heavy or clumsy flirting isn’t a misdemeanour, nor chivalry a macho aggression.”

This is the introduction to the op-ed published in Le Monde on Tuesday, which was signed by 100 French actresses, journalists, novelists and artists including Catherine Deneuve. It describes a new “puritanism” born in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein scandal and the #metoo movement (#balancetonporc in French) and regrets that women not willing to take part in the movement are seen as “traitors and accomplices”.

To them, the movement, a “legitimate wake-up call of the sexual violence that women live with, especially in their professional lives” has turned into a “witch hunt”. “We stand for the freedom to importune and seduce, which is essential to sexual freedom,” they write, and wish that women who are harassed in public transport such as the metro see their aggression as “the expression of sexual misery, or a non-event”. And then there’s the kicker: “We don’t recognise ourselves in this feminism that, beyond the denunciation of power abuses, embodies a hatred of men and sexuality.”

As a feminist, as a millennial, as a Frenchwoman, I feel betrayed and I am angry. It is clear by linking “feminism” to “hatred of men” that none of the signatories of this op-ed understands what feminism means. But because it is Catherine Deneuve, and she is famous enough, the piece has been widely covered at home and abroad, and that makes me ashamed of what the world will think of France.

I often hear that the French are “a generation behind”. It’s not always untrue – our president thinks he’s Tony Blair, after all. But Catherine Deneuve’s vision of a society where men should be free to “importune and seduce” women without them (God forbids!) complaining or even just talking about it indulges a broader, international idea of “French culture”. From the defenders of Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the French politician dogged by accusations of harassment (which he has consistently refuted), to every clichéd French seducer in fiction, France really doesn’t need another op-ed telling men they are right when their “seduction” crosses the line.

Catherine Deneuve was born in 1943, and her acting career peaked in the 1950s and 1960s, most notably abroad with Luis Buñuel’s Belle de Jour. Today, she doesn’t speak for France, and she certainly doesn’t speak for French feminism.

It is therefore all the more infuriating that it is her voice, and her message, which reveals no understanding of what feminism, and indeed the #metoo movement, actually stand for, that will be heard all around the world. All because she is an “iconic” actress.

There are many brilliant French women the world should look at, and listen to. These women have valuable insights into feminism, sexual assault, and sexism, about where things are for women in France today and what can be done about it. Unfortunately, these kick-ass French artists, journalists, novelists, filmmakers, actors and philosophers don’t get international media coverage because they are – for now – lesser known than Deneuve. So hey! Let’s change that.

There’s Pénélope Bagieu, an illustrator and comics author whose comics series Brazen tells the life story of great women in world history, from African queens to American scientists.

There’s Léa Bordier, a filmmaker and YouTube who interviews women about their own body, how they view it, live with it and have learned to accept it, or not.

There’s Virginie Despentes, the author of King Kong Theory, who writes “as an ugly one for the ugly ones; the old hags, the dykes, the frigid, the unfucked, the unfuckables, the neurotics, the psychos, for all those girls that don’t get a look-in in the universal market of the consumable chick.”

There’s Diglee, an illustrator whose work honours female artists and authors throughout time.

There’s Elsa Dorlin, a philosopher and expert in the history of French sexism and racism.

There’s Emma, a blogger whose comics “You should’ve asked”, on women’s emotional work at home and in relationships, went viral and has been published in English in the Guardian.

There’s Sara Forestier, an actress, director and screenwriter who regularly speaks up about sexism.

There’s Amandine Gay, a film director and Afro-feminist whose film Ouvrir la voix gives a voice to black Frenchwomen and shines a light on France’s systemic racism.

There’s Emilie Jouvet, a photographer and filmmaker who directed the first French LGBT porn film, and whose projects focus on women’s sexualities.

There’s Titiou Lecoq, a journalist who for a couple years now has been recording every single case of domestic abuse resulting in death, and writing about it, listing the name and story of each of the women who were killed by their partner or ex, in France, each year. In 2017, there were 109.

There’s Maïa Mazaurette, an author and journalist who writes about sex and sexuality with humour, curiosity and expertise.

There’s Mirion Malle, an illustrator who draws comics to deconstruct sexism in pop culture.

There are the journalists at Magazine Cheek, a digital website covering the news with a feminist voice.

There’s Ovidie, a director and former porn actress who directs feminist porn films and writes about sexuality.

There’s Céline Sciamma, a director whose films include Girlhood, the coming of age of two women from Paris’ rough neighbourhoods; and Tomboy, a childhood tale on gender and feeling different.

There’s Solange Te Parle, a Canadian YouTuber who speaks (in French) about life, relationships, culture, sex and feminism in her funny and disturbingly honest videos.

And these are just a few. Click on all these links if you speak French. Even click if you don’t. These are the real voices of France’s women, and they’re already so much louder, and more powerful, than Deneuve’s op-ed ever could.

Pauline Bock writes about France, the Macron presidency, Brexit and EU citizens in the UK. She also happens to be French.

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My biggest regret of the Wenger era? How we, the fans, treated him at the end

Arsenal’s greatest coach deserved better treatment from the Club’s supporters. 

I have no coherent memories of Arsenal before Arsène Wenger, who will leave the Club at the end of the season. I am aware of the Club having a new manager, but my continuous memories of my team are of Wenger at the helm.

They were good years to remember: three league titles, seven FA Cups, the most of any single manager in English football. He leaves the Club as the most successful manager in its history.

I think one of the reasons why in recent years he has taken a pasting from Arsenal fans is that the world before him now seems unimaginable, and not just for those of us who can't really remember it. As he himself once said, it is hard to go back to sausages when you are used to caviar, and while the last few years cannot be seen as below par as far as the great sweep of Arsenal’s history goes, they were below par by the standards he himself had set. Not quite sausages, but not caviar either.

There was the period of financial restraint from 2005 onwards, in which the struggle to repay the cost of a new stadium meant missing out on top player. A team that combined promising young talent with the simply bang-average went nine years without a trophy. Those years had plenty of excitement: a 2-1 victory over Manchester United with late, late goals from Robin van Persie and Thierry Henry, a delicious 5-2 thumping of Tottenham Hotspur, and races for the Champions League that went to the last day. It was a time that seemed to hold the promise a second great age of Wenger once the debt was cleared. But instead of a return to the league triumphs of the past, Wenger’s second spree of trophy-winning was confined to the FA Cup. The club went from always being challenging for the league, to always finishing in the Champions League places, to struggling to finish in the top six. Again, nothing to be sniffed at, but short of his earlier triumphs.

If, as feels likely, Arsenal’s dire away form means the hunt for a Uefa Cup victory ends at Atletico Madrid, many will feel that Wenger missed a trick in not stepping down after his FA Cup triumph over Chelsea last year, in one of the most thrilling FA Cup Finals in years. (I particularly enjoyed this one as I watched it with my best man, a Chelsea fan.) 

No one could claim that this season was a good one, but the saddest thing for me was not the turgid performances away from home nor the limp exit from the FA Cup, nor even finishing below Tottenham again. It was hearing Arsenal fans, in the world-class stadium that Wenger built for us, booing and criticising him.

And I think, that, when we look back on Wenger’s transformation both of Arsenal and of English football in general, more than whether he should have called it a day a little earlier, we will wonder how Arsenal fans could have forgotten the achievements of a man who did so much for us.

Stephen Bush is special correspondent at the New Statesman and the PSA's Journalist of the Year. His daily briefing, Morning Call, provides a quick and essential guide to domestic and global politics.