Football, Prostitutes, Bread and Circus / Fútbol, Putas, Pan Y Circo

oe oe oe oe!

¡Ay, el orgullo patrio!
Somos españoles, qué duda cabe. ¡Y estamos orgullosos de ello, claro está!
Y encima, este año hay Eurocopa. El no va más. Ya tenemos a medio país alelado para varias semanas. En medio de todos los festejos y jolgorios propios del verano, nos plantan el fútbol. Y salta el escándalo de unos futbolistas que al parecer utilizaron los servicios de un individuo llamado Torbe para conseguirles ‘señoritas de compañía’. Se destapa así el enésimo capítulo de prostitución, pero claro…hay algo diferente. Estamos hablando de nuestros héroes nacionales; los que nos hacen sentir mil emociones, y a los que se les reconoce en el extranjero sus excelentes cualidades.
Así que se les da un tirón de orejas y ya, que a los héroes hay que tratarlos bien. No se les puede avergonzar, por Dios. Y el tirón de orejas, de los suaves y por tapar bocas de feministas y demás fauna.
Ahora bien, hay que tener claras algunas cosas.
No existen putas sin puteros, así que mientras no se cree un término equivalente para los hombres, que sea igualmente despectivo y universal no me parece correcto ni lógico decir quién es o no puta. Los puteros se sabe quiénes son. Desprecian a las mujeres. En el fondo, se menosprecian a sí mismos.
En España se es puta por no seguir casada aunque no te hayan pegado. Se es puta por ser madre y no resignarse a ser solo madre. Se es puta por creer que tienes derecho y deber de velar por mí misma. Se es puta porque si no encajas en otra categoría, pues eso…. ¿Y las aficionadas al fútbol, qué opinan? ¿Y las novias/ esposas de los futbolistas?
¿Y las ‘chicas’ de Torbe? Apuesto a que habrá quien las vea mal, incluso algunas mujeres.
Mientras una mujer se atreva a llamar a otra ‘puta’, seguirán dividiéndonos en santas, matronas y putas.
Todo este circo montado, y el país a días de unas nuevas elecciones generales que prometen, cuando poco, espectáculo. ¡Qué coincidencia!
Y en las calles se oye el runrún del deporte, caldeando el ambiente.
La mayoría ‘pasa’ de política. Pues mientras así sea, que no se molesten en estar mínimamente informados, así nos lucirán las carteras de puro vacías. Y mientras sea más importante para muchos un grupo de señores obscenamente ricos dándole patadas a un balón que el estado real del país, con parados, desahuciados y desigualdades, algunos pocos- el 1%- se frotan las manos mientras los demás en su mayoría se anestesian de la realidad con altas dosis de patriotismo frente a una pantalla.
Circo. Y pan…o cerveza.

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Oh, the national pride!
We are Spanish, of course. And proud of it, obviously!
And this year we have European Cup Championship. It can’t get any better. Half the country is mentally paralysed for a few weeks. In the midst of all the summer feasts and parties, they feed us football. And the scandal arises: several football players have asked a known pimp, Torbe, for ‘escorts’ . This is the latest case of organised prostitution in Spain… but of course, there IS a difference. We are talking about our national heroes, the ones who make us feel a thousand emotions and who are well-known abroad for their excellent qualities.
So we just give them a slap on the wrist because you have to treat heroes right. You can’t shame them, for Goodness’ sake. And the slap on the wrist, not too strong, just enough to stop feminists and such ilk from talking too much.
Nevertheless, we must be clear on a few things.
There’s no such thing as a ‘male prostitute’ figure in popular culture (though I do know they exist). The connotations are not the same as for women. A female prostitute is the image of lack of morality, of the basest instincts. Now the question is who decides what is moral or not, and beyond what point it is inadmissible.
You can be a woman of ill repute because you dared to divorce without having been beaten. You can be a bad woman because you don’t limit yourself to being just a mother. You are a dubious woman because you I believe that you have the duty and the liberty to care for yourself. You can be all that because you don’t fit into another category that ‘explains’ you better. I don’t want to choose a category to ‘fit into’. I will not buy into a false dichotomy.
And what about the female football fans’ opinion on this? And the footballers’ wives and girlfriends?
And Torbe’s ‘girls’? I bet there will be people who think badly of them, even other women. While one woman feels she has the right to call another woman ‘slut’, we will be divided into the categories of saint, matron or slut.
The whole circus is in action, and the country is a few days away from a general election that will be, at least, entertaining. What a coincidence!
Meanwhile, on the streets, your hear the engines of sports conversations revving up.
Most people ‘don’t care’ about politics. Well, as long as this is the case, that people don’t feel the need to inform themselves, our political culture will be as devoid of substance as our wallets are empty of cash. While a bunch of obscenely well paid men kicking a ball are more important than the state of the country, its unemployed, homeless and poor, the 1% will benefit and most of the rest will numb themselves from reality on high doses of patriotism in front of a screen.
Circus. And bread…or beer.

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