The giant penis of Els Joglars

If you are one of those who believe that today nothing can be said without the church of political correctness coming down on you, you still have time today (last day) to see Let Aristophanes Come Out!, the last of the Joglars, with Ramon Fontserè playing a professor denounced by his students who has been admitted to a re-education center where they teach him to speak inclusive language and subject him to the most varied therapies to turn him into someone cool, green, animalistic, peaceful and respectful.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
06 May 2023 Saturday 15:40
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The giant penis of Els Joglars

If you are one of those who believe that today nothing can be said without the church of political correctness coming down on you, you still have time today (last day) to see Let Aristophanes Come Out!, the last of the Joglars, with Ramon Fontserè playing a professor denounced by his students who has been admitted to a re-education center where they teach him to speak inclusive language and subject him to the most varied therapies to turn him into someone cool, green, animalistic, peaceful and respectful.

But if, on the contrary, you think that this world is still characterized by the injustices suffered by broad sections of the population (curiously called minorities, when statistics say that they are the majority), I advise you to read Whose story is this? the latest essay by the American Rebecca Solnit – the author who made the term mansplaining fashionable to define those men who condescendingly explain to women what life is.

Solnit raises the centrality of the fight for the story and tells us, for example, about border guards 'offended' by the fact that the press refers to the cages where they put the emigrants as 'cages': “The discomfort of the caged people it is eclipsed by the discomfort that those who caged them feel when things are called by their name”.

Much of that has the current debate. Some say that now it is no longer even possible to talk to women, but as soon as one digs deeper, we see that these are people, as Solnit says, "who have a hard time distinguishing between talking to a woman and touching her ass." The reality described is very American, but it is shocking to see how Trumpism, and its poison consisting of preventing us from distinguishing fact from fiction, is among us.

When so many voices have been silenced for centuries, raising the flag of a supposed lack of freedom of expression of those who complain about it from stands in the press, television gatherings or stages is an option that defines us. Even if it is done in a funny way and brandishing – oh! – a giant penis, before which the educators of the center faint after shouting “the patriarchy!”. In cages they don't have such a good time.