In her show on Radio Lac, Juliette Peuplier denounces the climate of anxiety linked to recent sexual matters involving celebrities. Faced with this recurring news, she expresses her exasperation and her concern as a mother, while emphasizing the absurdity of certain situations, such as the behavior of certain parents, between irony and weariness, she concludes on a more personal note: for her, trust in men is crumbling, to the point of preferring the company of her dog. A column without tongue in cheek which invites reflection on our relationship to the media and to current society, while retaining a point. of humor.
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Juliette’s Gazette! Juliette Peuplier, like every other Wednesday, is with me in “I can’t, I have Radio Lac”. Good evening Juliette.
Hi Sophie.
What are we talking about today?
Listen, to end this year on a high note, I wanted to do one last happy and positive column. So, we’re going to talk about pedophiles.
Ah, no, it’s ironic, you see, there’s nothing happy, there’s nothing positive. But have you seen any of the news honestly?
Ah, that depresses me.
Oh no, but be careful, regardless of what you read. I have the impression that on Earth, there are three categories of men: there are rapists, pedophiles, who are therefore also rapists, and those who have not yet been mentioned in the press. And there you go.
Ah, it’s true, it’s scary! Famous men are like yogurt, there is a legal expiration date. Everyone falls in all walks of life, it’s crazy! I mean, Michael Jackson, P. Diddy, Patrick Bruel, Abbé Pierre… It seems that there was a sexist atmosphere on the set of “Friends”. Anyway, wait, who’s next at this rate? Hugo Clément? Pingoo?
In 2026, when a male celebrity isn’t accused of anything, he has to put it on his CV, well, of course. As for business Liana, Gisèle Pelicot, Laetitia E… Well, wait, there are still some normal guys! No, but it’s terrible! For me, it gives me an impossible psychosis, you see. And what’s more, I’m a mother, so I’m afraid for my child. The other time, my 75-year-old neighbor said to me: “Oh, your little girl is so pretty.” I almost punched him!
No, but wait, who does this big bastard think he is? While mom is right in all objectivity of course, my daughter is very, very pretty. Look, I’m becoming completely paranoid, everything worries me. The last time, she threw her Brussels sprouts on the ground, I said to myself: “There you go, that’s it, she’s expressing trauma. She’s being abused at daycare, it’s sure they’re going to shit!”
Before you reason with me, eh, all children hate Brussels sprouts, eh, except perhaps the Belgians! And again, again I think they eat a lot of fries there! Although, I don’t know, I don’t know any Belgian children. Anyway, sorry, I digress. In short, the other time, I took steps to get someone fired from the daycare where she is.
Oh no, but the guy said he was in love with my 1.5 year old daughter. What a horror! And the administration does nothing, it’s horrible! When I reported him to management, they told me: “No, ma’am, you’re not a pedophile at 3 years old, are you, and no, putting your finger in your daughter’s nose does not constitute an attempted assault.” On the other hand, madam, stop strangling this little boy, otherwise, it is you who we will have to denounce.
No, look, I’m getting crazy. These news are really a distressing climate. Are all men sick or what? And you know, I’m afraid for my daughter, but I’m afraid for me too. The last man who said to me: “Lie down ma’am and spread your legs”, I almost punched him in the face.
Yes, the guy’s not weak. He told me: “Finally, ma’am, our relationship is strictly professional.” Oh yeah, so he takes me for his prostitute too! No, but I dream! And there, do you know what he says? “But Madame Peuplier, I am your gynecologist.” Ah… that’s what they all say.
Oh no, prove it!
He said to me: “But ma’am, I’ve been following you for 8 years.” Well, it’s starting to do a lot, frankly.
No, I don’t believe in anything anymore, I don’t believe in anything anymore, Sophie. With all that, you know, I had to conclude this column with some disapproval which is, the more I know men, the more I love my dog. But I would actually say, the more I read the newspapers, the more the only man I trust is my dog.
But you know what’s the worst part of this story? Well, I don’t have a dog.
Oh, well you have to take one. At least he is faithful, he asks for nothing, only caresses, only kindnesses and then he gives back too. And at least no one blames him if he sniffs people’s asses.
Exactly, there you go. And yes, it’s true that it’s not an easy subject, we can’t necessarily laugh at everything. But there, if we can smile in any case, it’s true that this is super anxiety-provoking news and we wonder whose turn it is now because it’s quite painful to discover something every day. THANKS.
Thank you, is there any news, anything, Juliette?
Yes, June 25 with Quentin de la Yota in Taloire.
OK, in neighboring France then. Your social networks?
Juliette Poplar. Quite simply. Juliette Poplar.
There you go, on Instagram to find her. Thank you very much, it’s your radiolac.ch podcast. And thank you, well done for this half-season because it’s coming up, Juliette Peuplier. Thank you, see you soon in “I can’t, I have Radio Lac”.
