I make a confession to you: writing about digital trends is very pleasant because it is going down to the arena knowing that you will always have to talk to the neighbors about a matter of universal and mundane reward, and ethical and political transcendence, for example, if millionaires who import children from slave wombs have the right or not to leave the hospital in wheelchairs, in tracksuits, with a granny blanket so that their knees don't get cold in Miami, for example. In other words, to write about trends is to know how to be vulgar, to delight in common, shared things, 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 vice of endlessly buzzing through social networks, resolving grievances and doing justice to the ill-wishers, this order also requires visiting the immediate trends, because talking about what no one is talking about anymore is like wearing a Barbur and nautical shoes and feel fashionable rather than pretentious caricature. And this is where I wanted to go: when the undersigned assumed Monday as his weekly meeting with the public, he was forced to devote Sundays to consulting the trends. I confess that I have been deceiving you because the top ten on Sundays are always the names of football teams or football players and here we have looked every week for the alternative trend to that galaxy presided over by Rubiales in turn.
So every Sunday I've been telling them what this country is like without kicks in the balls. But I haven't been completely honest. Because in addition to the names of young soccer millionaires – who will end up being pasture for the execution of the platform to buy colored children (complete their collection) – and the partition as a guest star of some politician, each Sunday appears as a subnormal trend. The funny thing is that it never happens because of something 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 a matter but as a resource.
Of course there are those parents, who talk a lot without ever smiling during school meetings, formidable and committed but without much height or hair on their heads, who enter the exciting and disparate digital fights just to remind everyone that no longer it is called subnormal, neither Mongolian, nor Mongolian, because the trisomic disease is called Down syndrome (“tiene mucho tempo, woman del Callao”). And that's when all the pop you've consumed is boasted in the joyful brain breakdown of calling your computer the meme, in strict capital letters and football spelling: "DO NOT LAUGH AT THE SONORMALS, WHISPER". Every Sunday there is League.
