Presented by Laurence Joseph, clinical psychologist and psychoanalyst
Sébastien Talon, clinical psychologist and psychotherapist
Sandra Laugier, philosopher
Whether we get a little kick, I'm crazy about her or she's over the moon about me, we always stay in the same realm: love, desire, pleasure, enjoyment. Once, the circle was another, virtually that of hell or beatitude, take your pick: kif (kif, kaif or kéif, in the Maghreb and Egypt, amusement, joy, well-being) designated cannabis or hashish, namely the royal road to artificial paradises. Coming from the languages of the cities, from communities resulting from immigration and hip-hop culture, kiffer has appeared in the Larousse for more than 20 years, and is a sort of superlative of crush: if the latter is a love affair, flirtation, fleeting attraction, be it dreamed or not, the other is "mad love", maxi-pleasure, an attraction as strong as it is delightful - almost a passion, but which nonetheless does not have the heaviness or the tragedy attributed in romantic mode to passion, because one can kick for a person as for an object, a road-trip as for a song, or a situation, a beer, a colour, a hairstyle, trainers, a poem, a cap, a series, a video game or Mario. Love, pleasure, desire - but without gravity, like an "I adore you!".
Robert Maggiori