«Nor men we don’t know how to suffer for love, We do not have the tools to re -elaborate the end». The analysis that my interlocutor gives me suddenly, during an interview that is anything but intimate, sounds at least inappropriate to me.
But let’s send the film back: interior of a nice Roman office, an appointment to which I arrive by splitting the minute (which ugly vice, denotes insecurity), a secretary who entertains me: “The doctor is coming …”. The sofa for the wait too low, so that when I have to get up, the doctor will override me Like Orimbelli, the megagalactic director who bullied Fantozzi from the top of his desk.
There is a liturgy of power that I never wanted to learnsince Pischella, I had wandered unaware of the marbles and mirrors of the offices of the General Directors of Italy. This ritual would require, for my part, to eliminate all possible triggers of femininity, except to want to deliberately focus on these to dominate the interview, which has only one rule: Whoever is stronger imposes the game scheme.
Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Vangeri Gilbert).
It is a strategic choice what to make femininity and I have always chosen not to choose. So I caught what he let himself be deconcently from the red of my nails and what was horrified by my shoes tied. But I divided too much.
During a demonstration against violence against women, November 2023 (Photo by Stefano Montesi – Corbis/Getty Images)
Those who are now in front of me, perhaps besieged by questions that disoriently, try to disorient me. His joke on love obtains the effect of getting my head raised by the notebook: “This Virgoletto’s?” joke to terrorize it.
“I don’t give me the male chauvinist – he smiles, sniffing the danger –: I’m confessing a weakness. I suffered so much for love that for once in my life I didn’t know what to do. It is not easy for us. This explains many bad things that happen today».
“Instead – I reply – I think it is the usual scheme: the beast in you that does not subside, the jury that fulfills you. There is nothing to understand ». And I repeat that if we women have learned to be alone, and it was not in our nature, the time has come that at least the general directors come out of the caves to store the club.
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