Just read, in Wikipedia, the true story of Emmanuel Macron and Brigitte Trogneux--

How they met when she was his 39 year old drama teacher and he was just 15.  They're married now, but somehow the queasy-making nastiness lingers on.  Not the utter, disqualifying financial venality of Mme. Le Pen's other opponents (and their families), but still gag-a-maggot creepy as a forest leech.  This is not mattering in la douce France where a taste for anal sex is considered perfectly normal (as, of course, it is), but his being booed by workers who earlier in the day had cheered Marine does (matter--and gives hope).  Like the French, I don't really care (nor give a fuck) whom M. Macron fucks--what disquiets me is that his eyes are slightly too small for his otherwise rather pretty face.