I make a confession: writing about digital trends is very pleasant because it means going down to the square knowing that you will always have to talk to your neighbors about a matter of universal and mundane reward, and ethical and political significance, for example, if the multimillionaires who matter Children of servant wombs have the right or not to leave the hospital in a wheelchair, in tracksuits, with a grandmother's blanket so that their knees do not get cold in Miami, for example. That is to say, to write about trends is to know that one is vulgar, to revel in the common, the shared, to murmur on the landing of the stairs, in short to behave like an inhabitant of the civitas, a civilized being.
In addition to the habit of swarming tirelessly on social networks, clearing up wrongs and doing justice to the heartless, this task also requires visiting immediate trends, because talking about what no one talks about anymore is like wearing a Barbur and boat shoes and feeling fashion rather than pretentious caricature. And this is where he wanted to get: when the above signatory assumed Monday as a weekly appointment with the respectable, he was forced to dedicate Sundays to consulting trends. I confess that I have been deceiving you because the top ten on Sundays are always names of soccer teams or football players and here we have searched every week for the alternative trend to that galaxy presided over by the blonds on duty.
So every Sunday I have been explaining to them what this country is like without kicking balls. But I haven't been entirely honest. Because in addition to the names of young football millionaires – who will end up being subject to execution on the landing for buying colored children (complete your collection) – and the guest star appearance of some politician, every Sunday it appears as a subnormal trend. The funny thing is that it never happens for anything specific. The thousands of tweets or posts that use the epithet subnormal are talking or discussing dozens of different topics in which this insulting trisyllable is simply the pronominal adjective chosen to refer to the interlocutor. So subnormal is still a trend, but not as an issue but as a resource.
Of course, there is no shortage of those parents, who talk a lot without ever smiling during the ampa meetings, wonderful and committed but without much height or hair on their heads, who enter into those exciting and dissimilar digital brawls just to remind everyone that they are no longer He calls himself subnormal, neither mongolic nor mongolithic, because the trisomic disease is called Down syndrome (“he has a lot of time, woman from Callao”). And that is when the much pop that one has consumed takes pride in the joyful brain breakdown of shouting the meme at your computer, in rigorous capital letters and football spelling: “DON'T LAUGH AT SUNORMALS, PLEASE.” Every Sunday there is a League.
