The world has changed to two different rhythms. For the eternal aggrieved, the women, enough of some jokes, some dynamics, some behaviors, some uncomfortable situations. Enough of a world that has considered them inferior and has ignored them: in the field of humor and outside of it. In this first rhythm, that of women, there are centuries of overload. It seems that now they want to end certain roles in a heartbeat, but it is not true: for hundreds of years they have dragged the grievance, chewed it, organized themselves, weaved strategies all over the world, united and fought from different spaces, with different methods. It is a grievance that most women have assumed as their own and have lived in the best possible way. Depending on the volume of the particular grievance —there is one that is shared, community—, its weight, the shame that accompanies it, they have loaded it with more or less difficulties.
On the other hand, the other rhythm, the rhythm of men, who have not assumed as their own —unlike them— the grievance towards women: how it has impacted their lives, how it has conditioned them, how they have had to carry that weight and those norms that they decided together. Not them, obviously, but ‘someone like them’. And all of a sudden now they see how the world is transforming little by little, perhaps at a somewhat happier pace than in previous times, and it makes them strange. They think that they can no longer make jokes about anything, that the world has gone mad, that everything is too politically correct, that people —the others, those with grievances, which I have simplified with women but who are many more— catch everything with cigarette paper. Suddenly they have found themselves in front of a world that is collapsing —of all generations, it had to be theirs— and they see how the new one comes something cleaner, and those unwritten rules no longer work. Jokes are no longer funny, uncomfortable situations are uncomfortable, negative dynamics are noticed and grievances have names and surnames. Now it seems that they can no longer do anything without being pointed out: to those who make the joke, to those who laugh at it, to those who justify it, to those who react with a slap. poor things