Las Campos continue to live off television. Selling his life on television, I mean. Carmen Borrego, the eldest daughter of the missing María Teresa Campos, has been on Supervivientes (Telecinco), suffering a few weeks of exposure in exchange for money. When she returned to her set (she left due to psychological fatigue) she found that her son spoke negatively about her as a mother and as a mother-in-law. We have witnessed the moment in which the program has rubbed those adverse filial statements in her mouth, with the undisguised joy of her sister Terelu (holding Borrego's hand) and the presenter Jorge Javier Vázquez, who has validated her like this: “now It was time for a mother to tell her son 'we have come this far'! I congratulate you, Carmen.” The television show, of course, is commercially interested in conflict and confrontation. Now it is shown on TV that children attack their mothers, and that mothers disown their children. This always leaves the door open for a further arrangement..., both parties going through the checkout. Always checking out, always. And the viewer will never know if the fight and reconciliation are the spontaneous fruit of a real relationship or two consecutive episodes of a script agreed upon by its protagonists.
RUBIALES. Three days have passed since the broadcast of Ana Pastor's (La Sexta) interview with Luis Rubiales, and I miss the bald challenger on the screen. He is a great television presence for his swashbuckling tone and sly manner, for the boldness with which he defends his assertions, for the blind ferocity of his castellation. I propose a new reality show, a 24-hour Rubi-show of circadian monitoring of all the movements, entrances and exits, sayings and deeds of Luis Rubiales, “non stop”, a channel with him every hour of the day and night. It would have the subtitle “I haven't done anything,” and I would look at it. We are used to these challenging and testicular profiles from Ruiz Mateos and Jesús Gil to Laporta's “que n'aprenguin”, and I have already understood that the universe of football is a magnet for the most refined and subtle personalities of our society, to which that we continue to give them importance. I insist on reality TV, to laugh at Rubiales and Carmen Borrego. Well paid, of course, always, always checking out.
