Rachida Dati’s New Legacy
Posted January 12, 2009on:
I can’t really say to anyone, “Hey, I honestly don’t give a hoot what happens.” And get desired results.
I tried to maintain a neutral tone when communicating, but some people complained. A group even said that they were worried because I was not being as nice as before.
As a person who makes her living through the business of fashion, I do care about how information travels. Information, I find, is also very much about the form as it is about content.
Conversing with clients and suppliers, I would have to suit the manner and method of communication to a form, a level, that would be easily understood. That professional side of me would have to stay away from the personal side, as mixing them up would be futile.
Notice that when I position myself as the aggrieved party in this piece of writing, that it would be easier for people to sympathize with me. To relate to me.
Pain is the lowest common denominator. And I am so in pain. So, so in pain. Though I would often very much like to suggest, to anyone who would say these things to me, “If you’re so much in pain, then put yourself out of misery. Take valium. 30 tablets. And wash it down with some Kool-Aid and vodka.”
Oh, dahling! I would have been soo much happier, if the world and its people weren’t sooo negative.
Anyway, pinching through the news today, I reflected a sudden urge to convey this to you.
Breakfast at the interior ministry was followed by the first cabinet meeting of the year with President Nicolas Sarkozy. In the afternoon she was with her boss again for a new year’s ceremony at the supreme court. That night she waved away, with impeccably manicured nails, a glass of champagne during a reception at the Spanish embassy.
If they had not known, few could have guessed that Dati, 43, had given birth, by caesarean section no less, to a daughter, Zohra, only five days before.
With the child cocooned in blankets at her breast, Dati had emerged only that morning from a private clinic to howls of outrage from French and British feminists who saw her as a traitor to her sex. Her early return to work, they said, was an example that could be used to undermine hard-won maternity rights, putting women back into the dark ages.
Or was she a wonder woman? Her decision to forgo the standard four-month French maternity leave was an example of the grit and determination that had propelled her from a childhood on immigrant housing estates to one of the most important jobs in France.
On one level, at least, Dati was a symbol of emancipation, one of 12 children of Algerian-Moroccan parents who escaped from an impoverished childhood — and an arranged marriage — to become the star of the Sarkozy constellation, a “Cinderella of the suburbs”.
Me: Remember to always surprise yourself once in a while. Shave.