Fortunately, none of my ex-partners is dedicated to Latin music nor have they published one of those fashionable memoirs in which, in the name of clarity, they poke the ex even on the identity card.
Apparently, female empowerment is progressing with this guerrilla warfare that replaces the traditional method of slapping in public, throwing suits out of the window or a few drops of cyanide in the cafelito with ingenious –and hurtful– darts at the ex with commercial alibis .
I already understand that between the guerrilla methods of Juan Martín Díez, El Empecinado –patron and model of generations of Iberian husbands– and the taunts of Agatha Ruiz de la Prada or Shakira there is no color. I stunned with his zascas! What a way to make mincemeat of the husband who runs away (in this, the Empecinado was not one-armed either, although his thing was the French without anything personal mediating).
The advantage of female empowerment applied to breakups is that it modernizes and dignifies the figure of the spiteful woman, who cries or not in private, but bills her own and takes the world by storm.
The jilted man, on the other hand, has a bad press and is more fashionable than me, because everything he says against his ex will turn against him. And if he writes it in a book or preaches it between chords, at most he composes Que te va bonito, although the usual thing is to make a fool of himself and look resentful.
If this variant of female empowerment takes hold, let us not rule out that the neighbor of the third party, in the absence of prose or a good voice, is encouraged to disclose the ex's marital defects through voice notes, anonymous letters or libels, for the comfort of the public, who both He is crazy about the Borràs trial as he is about passing sentence on every broken couple, without profit.
Shaking the ex is well seen, it gives bitches and social prestige, even if there is a risk of boomerang because if these gentlemen were so stupid as husbands and despicable as people... what did they see for so many years?
Not clear. They lived deceived. Or they didn't want to see three on a donkey.
