The new cultural feminism is in a scare or death plan. Apparently, now, if a note makes you ghostingtheir thing is that you become a nun or become friends with Ángea Rodriguez Pama woman who didn’t know how to make the ‘o’ with a joint, but earned a lot of money (more than 120,000 euros in good courses) for telling us stories about our emancipation.
I did not see this coming, but the former Secretary of State for Equality has done a double pirouette in an Instagram post to defend the Catholic turn of Rosalía.
I haven’t completely understood the text, but that’s because I know how to read and she doesn’t know how to write.
I did not expect the peacefulness of the alleged left in the face of the return of the nun as a liberating female archetype.
“I don’t know freedom except the freedom of being imprisoned in someone / whose name I cannot hear without shuddering,” he wrote. Cernuda.
Hold on, because that someone is now God and therefore is no longer limited to the flesh, and thank goodness! because it turns out that the flesh is wounded and dirty with old desires that did not make us happy..
Because it is in our flesh, in that of women, where they say that the blind libido and violence of men were exchanged, and now all that dermal memory of horror weighs like a dead person on our incorruptible spirit.
The flesh is no longer useful for loving because apparently the flesh is the target where they have gone to screw us.
All this reactionary and emasculating speech embarrasses me. It worries me.
I didn’t imagine that Pam, after defending that all men are rapists (rapist above, rapist below, you know, but convicted sex offenders continue to be released from prison prematurely thanks to their deficient laws), would come to the conclusion that her thing is to become a nun so she doesn’t have to deal with males.
Jajá. Gazmoña. Santurrona.
This has occurred to him lately because he is a fan of Rosalía and is a mystic. From the tarot table he wore at his wedding to religion there were only two coffees away.
She is no longer the granddaughter of the witch they wanted to burn, but the niece of the nun.
What do I know!
On the cover of LuxRosalía appears with a veil (to cover her hair, synonymous with sensuality) and a white straitjacket. You have to screw yourself. The arms, which symbolize agency, doing and undoing, are immobilized, at the mercy of the Lord.
Centuries of searching for female autonomy only to end in chosen paralysis: something typical of people who fear their own freedom and who are not capable of taking responsibility for it.
Freedom has risks that these women do not want to take. The girls give up free will (which required them as adults) in exchange for the safety of God (where they can be children, protected forever).
I don’t know if this is conservatism or just plain cowardice..
A while ago, trap called everyone “whores” and they found it funny, but it didn’t give the emancipatory results they dreamed of, for whatever reason.
Now they want to be another limiting feminine archetype. Now they want to be nuns. They no longer want to be funny, but rather to be touched by the grace of God. There it is nothing.
As in The call y The Messiahof The Javis.
As in nihilism filled with sacred images of Cardoof Ana Rujas.
As in Sundays(fabulous!), from Alauda Ruiz of Azúanow in theaters.
It’s a cultural trend.
But the nuns are the eternal subordinates in the ecclesiastical hierarchy. Isn’t it terrifying that this is now seductive to the new wave of hipsters who don’t know what to do with the heart that pimps broke?
Do they not care that this inferiority also applies to their lives?
Do you find peace in your newfound smallness?
Have men defeated us?
This, in the end, is the thing: men failed us. They disappointed. Men were no match for the love of women. They were not interested in that love. They humiliated him.
Men hurt us and we no longer have the strength to negotiate anything with them, the neo-mystics seem to say.
The girls have given up. They move away. What alarms me is that this “getting away from the world”, this “being close to God and far from men to be well”, ends up being completely anti-dialogue, anti-coexistence, anti-democracy.
The neo-mystics flee to the outskirts (or hide within themselves) and cede society to the men: they disputed it and now, bruised, they give it back to them. They no longer aspire to change the world, but rather to protect themselves in their bubble. It is a confession of failure of feminism.
This makes me flaky, it makes me sick.
Don’t modern women see that they are assuming that men have won?
Don’t you see that you are marking yourselves as weak and retreating creatures?
I don’t agree with that. I feel strong and wild to continue fighting for the equality and dignity of women in the nerve center of things, in the world that belongs to everyone. I want to continue stealing the scepter from the boys. I want to play with them or against them, I want to make them dizzy, I want to beat them or tie them. I have the energy to continue loving, fucking and bothering.
You’re not going to get me out of the way so easily.
Rosalía is talking about this surrender when she sings: “I know very well what I am / tenderness for coffee. / I am just a sugar cube. / I know the heat melts me / I know how to disappear / when you come is when I leave.”
It is the transfer of one’s own space! It’s the withdrawal of troops! It is evanescence, and therefore death!
Photogram of Berghain, by Rosalía.
Celibacy after a bad time
The video clip of Berghain was filmed in Warsaw, as The pianist of Hanekewhich came to mind when I saw it. They both share that icy, emasculating thing. Poland is one of the most Catholic countries in the world. A great producer of broken and guilty people with sexual paranoia.
The singer has said in an interview that she is now “voluntarily celibate.” This is a joke on his part to sell the concept of the album, but millions of girls will take it literally. Before emulated sexualization to sell Motomami.
Let’s not question anything, everything is “era”. Advertising eras. How obedient the public is. The public swallows without asking. The public will be what the market makes of it.
Rosalía ironing in Berghain.
In the video, produced by CanadaRosalía irons and washes by hand in the bathtub (haha, the washing machine is not part of women’s liberation because it is technology and progress, and that means trusting people: here God will liberate us). He goes to the cardiologist. Suffer. Try appraising a trinket. He takes the bus: he doesn’t drive, he doesn’t have his own vehicle or freedom of movement.
We also don’t see her working outside the home. A translator like a book, only abandoned by a kid and recovering from a bad time. Snow White after him love bombing.
In a burst of techno, in a burst that emulates a nightmare or a painful memory, Rosalía sings a very interesting phrase: “I’ll fuck you until you love me.”
I remembered a brilliant dialogue from Sex, lies and video tapes: “Men learn to love the person they are attracted to, and women are increasingly attracted to the person they love.”
That is, men come first to sex and women come first to love, and then they make the opposite trip until they meet at a point.
I feel that Rosalía has understood this (she has understood that the language of men was sex), and to the man she loved until she blurred (“her fear is my fear / her rage is my rage / her love is my love / her blood is my blood”) she said that, she told him “I will fuck you until you love me.”
None of that went well, so now she gives up eroticism and dates God.
Capitalist Catholicism: the creation of the God-groom
The frivolity is tremendous.
God is now seen as the perfect boyfriend because, unlike men, he can be whatever you want, can mutate to satisfy your needs. “There is a void that only He can fill,” says Rosalía. Sure, sure. Because this God-groom grows for you and in you, at your psychic and sentimental whim.
This God that the moderns now pursue will never let you down. It will change its form or speech to adapt to your desire.
This God is like capitalism: infinite. In this sense, this new wave of nuns seems to me like capitalist Catholicism.
The new God, the God-groom, brings together everything you dreamed about the boys who did not love you in the same being, in the same idea. It is the ultimate concoction. The most beautiful mosaic. It’s a smoothie made with your dreams.
And what a joy, because it doesn’t hurt anymore. God is no longer scary, he is not cruel or imposing, he is not enigmatic, capricious or terrifying like Yahweh of the Old Testament. Now God is whatever comes out of your soul, yes or no, darling?
The neomystics are satiated. They continually train their desire in something that cannot disappoint them.. Your personalized God-groom. Their God made in the image and likeness of the man of their fantasies.
What is the craziest thing? That before, religion was a shared experience, but now all the girls think that God loves only them.
Another perversion of the modern world that believes itself to be classic, what do I know.
What Simone de Beauvoir He caught us confessing.