After #MeToo and the wave of testimonies, suffering and gray areas that the movement has revealed, even the most romantic wonder: is it still possible, without asking more questions, to live with men? If there are certainly females and males and they can reproduce, why should this necessarily lead to the establishment of heterosexual conjugality?
These questions arise from a simple and discouraging observation: “the laziness of men, their reluctance to take an interest in the cause of women, tired me.” This sentence is the incipit of Pauline Harmange, in Me men, I hate them. The essayist Mona Chollet formulates it with the same weariness: that a fringe of men (no, not all) retain from #MeToo that the endless “we can no longer flirt” denotes a real “deafness to what is told And the urgency to question our relationships. An invitation to introspection. An overview of the thinkers, podcasters, essayists and authors who move our hearts, for the better.