The Serge Gainsbourg Paradox

Some men are real jerks, right? The statement also applies to some women, lest anyone run off with the oh-so-wrong idea that I dislike men. Other men (and other women) are beautifully charming, whether because of that certain charisma or in the more straightforward manner of drop-dead gorgeous looks.

Others still, and this is one of the reasons I find the world such a confusing place, are both beautifully charming and colossal jerks. Some men somehow manage to pull off  both contradictory qualities in one body. I’m going to forget the equality crap now and focus totally on the men, mainly because… well I have no real reason other than the fact that I find (some) of them fascinating creatures.

What’s brought on these oh-so-profound observations about male personalities? Serge Gainsbourg that’s who. The man is the perfect embodiment of jerk (jerkiness? Jerkism?) and charm. I’ve been a reluctant fan for a while but a chance Stumble on this site brought him back to mind. Since then I can’t flipping stop humming the intro to Les Sucettes.

The annoyingly catchy song, sung by an impossibly innocent looking yet hot (another paradox there) France Gall, ostensibly  is a very vanilla tale about this teenager who just loves lollipops. Nothing wrong in that, you might say. Only, in reality the song is pretty much an ode to…never mind, I’m sure you can reach the conclusion that Gainsbourg wanted us all to reach without my help. Especially if you’ve clicked on the video. You don’t even need to know French.

You might be wondering why the song qualifies Gainsbourg as a jerk. After all we see way worse on prime-time TV today. Monsieur Gainsbourg  deserves the title because it took Gall years to figure out what the song was all about. When she did, she was less than thrilled. Teenagers in the late 60s, presumably, were not clued in on the finer points of double-entendre.  What I find seriously unpossible (and I use the prefix ‘un’ with intent, to denote a stronger state of incredulity than a mere ‘im’ would) is the fact that her parents were also unaware of the sexual implications of the song. That’s what they claim anyway. If my own parents pulled a stunt like that and then pleaded ignorance I’d sue their ass off. The guy actually smirks his way through the video and the parents didn’t so much as suspect his erm, less than noble intentions? Purleeze.

I’m pretty sure that if it weren’t for that ineffable French charm and the subtle bad boy looks, Gainsbourg would pretty much be branded a perv. Well, I suppose there ARE indeed some people who do refer to him as a perv but I’d say that this sector includes very few red-bloodied, straight women.

What an utter jerk right? But such a charming one too…

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  1. Brimmer says:

    “…impossibly innocent looking yet hot (another paradox there)” No it’s not. They go hand in hand. Wonder if she has covered “Non, je ne regrette rien”…..

    • Hehe discussing that same topic with you is still very clear in my mind :) I guess innocence is a guy thing… the bad boy look tends to work better on girls. Hussies that we are.

  2. Tasha says:

    You pretty much said what i could not effectively communicate. +1

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