On the media perches, in the TV farmyard, for a long time, with complete impunity, little pigs thrived. Whether he was a beloved presenter or a seasoned journalist, the goret was recognizable by the fact that he could not distinguish no from yes. As soon as he wanted a young and beautiful chick, he insisted, very sure of himself: “Let it go, and I will help you. Ignore me, and you will pay for it.” If the hen resisted, the astonished and aroused pig forced unwanted sex.
Drunk with its desire and its omnipotence, the pig did not seem to be aware of the harm it could cause. The assaulted hens came out of the piglet’s office sobbing, disheveled, humiliated and shocked, but they were reluctant to talk about it. The power, the fame, the shame, the fear of getting fired, the lack of formal proof to bring.
Didn’t they also have their share of responsibility? They weren’t suspicious enough, too much confidence, naivety, admiration. Complain about what exactly, to whom and what for?
The pork was admirable; they were vulnerable. The pig had connections, he knew the All-Paris of the powerful. He had good lawyers, good interpersonal skills and money. He had fame, they were anonymous. So the humiliated chickens tried to forget all about it. No more thinking about it, never talking about it, hoping that the painful memory would disappear in smoke.
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The accused pigs immediately made …
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