The world has always been an unfair place where there are those who have to struggle to put together lunch with dinner and those who have a lot of time to waste. Among those who have a lot of time to waste are: influencers, politicians, journalists and feminists. The latter, in particular, I’m on the womb of war against J-Loborn Jennifer Lopez, updated in Jennifer Affleck Lopezfurther updated in Jennifer Lynn Affleck, as she signs her global newsletter with 121 million subscribers (you read that right: twice and the Italian population passes). Eh no, that’s not right, J-Lo: this is how patriarchy is, that is, you give it to the male power that continues to penalize women. We understood that men and women, as well as distinct, barely survived only the homonymous program, everything else was a “social construct”. Except that when it suits you, the outbursts of the last century return. That is since this has put the surname of the new husband next to hers, the planet is screwed, crushed in the male pincer. In Italy it is the usual Republic to make us aware of it with an apparently detached piece, actually dripping, oozing reproach: an article that becomes irresistibly comical where it takes up the arguments, so to speak, of American feminists.
There is for example tale Jennifer Weiner, a militant writer, who finds that in a difficult time for feminism in America the choice of Jennifer Lopez is “particularly daunting”; she then she brings up dystopian-male-dominated novels, okay, another one with insurmountable childhood problems. You point out that her thesis of her toxic chauvinism does not hold up if in America of her spontaneously 80% of women behave, more modestly, like J-Lo, and she replies: see here? Because there is toxic machismo. That is, either I am right or you are wrong, if 80% of the world denies me it is a sure sign that I am never wrong. We suggest Travaglio hire Weiner for Il Fatto Quotidiano.
Then it comes this feminist psychologist, Rachel Robnett, which drips drops of bullshit: “It seems that Lopez is a tradition but power is at stake and power counts”. In Naples they say: cummannà is better than fuck, and they manage better. Feminists are anxious to have it longer, to conquer power, we have understood this for seventy years: however we support them, we encourage them to persist with such grueling battles, supported by such solidity of thought: there is the case that they all evaporate, definitively, like jellyfish in the sun.
That is, this one here takes twenty, thirty million a film, runs on a personal jet, has a newseletter with 121 million followers, does not know where to invest the zillions, does not need anyone and would it be a victim-accomplice of the patriarchy? A bad example for feminism? But where do these champions of nothingness have their heads?, but what does the chicken brain tell him? “Ah, names give identity”, Repubblica thoughtfully admonishes. But who would have thought. It had to have been founded and then smashed by Eugenio Scalfari, really. Yes, of course, the proper names are for that, your name is Rubinetto, I Del Papa but it is not that they are owned by Bergoglio: at the limit my ancestors, populace, plebs, will have been of the papal servitude, after all the Marche fermane they were the last to leave the State of the Church, chauvinist, white, toxic stuff: so what? For demented feminists, who love only “power”, that is, themselves, it is inadmissible for a bride to print her name alongside that of her husband (also a Hollywood star), if he does it is a defeat of feminism, that is, their own, personal. Time to waste, and, this is the only reason, even if not mentioned, engagements that fade: but how, we preach we preach and this is allowed to do the opposite? But here nobody listens to us anymore, we make the figure of the fife of the Banda d’Affori.
“In a difficult historical moment for feminism”: I believe you. And he has not yet heard Murgia, Boldrini and, for various reasons, Luxuria thunder; they have not yet informed her that, if this continues, the Democratic Party no longer intends to have anything to do with it. What “Tiger Eyes” Letta did not like. That the philosopher Michela San Marzano goes into erotic age confusion. That in Capalbio they are eating liver and holidays. That even the wild boars were pissed off at Parioli. That if by chance Meloni wins the electionsit will also be his fault, of his irresponsible demographic attitude, of his subjection to someone who earns millions, like her, but less than her.
She, J-Lo, upset, got on the jet with Ben, they will have done two tumblers in the pan to the face of the party and also of the matriarchy, they landed, they went to the suite and then to go shopping. It seems that she found on a stall on the Left Bank a delicious T-shirt to dedicate to the feminists who are going through a difficult historical moment, with written on it in bright pastel colors: SUCA.
Max Del Papa, 25 July 2022
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