Pontiffs have the Church and Guardians of the Revolution the Islamic Republic of Iran. I have come here to tell you about my book. I lived for two years in a posh college –Belagua–, in a posh university –Navarra, Opus Dei–, and I discovered that being posh was as hard as not being: no one gave you anything for free and you demanded a lot from yourself.
The Elías Ahuja schoolboys in Madrid have made a mess of it and it has noses that have uttered such cries in 2022 when in 1976 –Ministry of Equality? From the Interior!– it wouldn't have occurred to us to bawl “good aunts!” to the schoolgirls, whose residences, by the way, were far from our vocal possibilities.
From a current perspective, I admit having shouted "asshole" and "mountaineering" at a commando from the prickly pear who prowled a flat of neighboring students, a year after leaving the hall of residence. It was not machismo, but dirty envy.
The Madrid incident gives a lot of play – a lot of trench play – and polarises, the sport of the 21st century. Since we no longer live in 1976 –and if we remember it, it is because we are already grown-ups–, this undersigned detects a political bias in the reactions, given the hypothesis that cenutrios are posh, because of the fees, the Catholic orientation of the school and that a certain Casado was a resident.
Let's not load luck, as the picadores do on the bad afternoons of the teacher, because this machismo is not left or right and is as present in the halls of residence in Madrid as in the nightclubs of the working and working class, ready to roll in topics.
I keep thinking about that pre-constitutional college in Pamplona where kissing was a sin and fucking a miracle. There were rules – expulsion if you missed a single night – praying the rosary – what a surprise, layman that one was! – admiration for the Catalans and the mandatory testosterone. They even thought we were cool, but there and then the Elías Ahuja thing would never have occurred to us. Perhaps our relationship with women –beyond talking about “hot girls”– was neither ideologically contaminated nor brainy. We liked them. And point.
