He visto a muchas feministas diciendo: “¿Por qué cuando las mujeres salimos a marchar se escandalizan por las pintas y los destrozos, pero cuando la selección gana y el Ángel queda hecho un cagadero nadie dice nada? Nos odian por ser mujeres”. 🙄
Al chile, a mí ese análisis me parece insuficiente y despolitizado.
Yo estuve en ese festejo: vi basura, gente trepándose al Metrobús. Vatos organizando tiros. Alcohol por todos lados. Un desmadre monumental.
Sinceramente, tampoco me parece que eso sea un problema. Los espacios de protesta y los espacios de gozo colectivo son dos formas legítimas de apropiarse del espacio público.
Tenemos derecho a ambas.
En un país atravesado por tanta violencia y precariedad, los espacios de gozo colectivo también son subversivos.
Muchas de esas comparaciones, que además son falacias de falsa dicotomía, terminan cayendo en la misma lógica de: “esas no son las formas”. Solo cambian al sujeto.
Unos dicen: “las feministas no saben protestar”; las otras dicen: “miren a esos nacos celebrando”, no con esas palabras, pero sí con esas vibras.
Aquí es donde el análisis deja de ser feminista para convertirse en clasista.
Detrás de muchas de las comparaciones entre el trato que se le da a una celebración esencialmente de clase trabajadora y a una marcha feminista también se asoma una incomodidad con las formas en que la clase trabajadora ocupa el espacio público, hace ruido, bebe, celebra y desborda la ciudad. Es la misma lógica higienista que se aplica a las marchas, protestas y peregrinaciones, solo que ahora envuelta en lenguaje feminista.
No todo puede explicarse únicamente por el género, porque el género no es la cumbre de la opresión. Y cuando olvidas la clase, haces feminismo blanco. Y entre feminismo blanco y mierda, mejor mierda.
Yo no quiero una policía de los modos ni para la protesta ni para la celebración.
Defiendo el derecho a marchar con desvergue y fuego. Y también el derecho al gozo colectivo, sobre todo de la clase trabajadora.
Y recuerden: un feminismo que no incorpora la clase termina reproduciendo los mismos prejuicios que dice combatir.
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Cuando un "empresario" como Salinas Pliego habla de libertad, se refiere a la suya, libertad de evadir impuestos, libertad para explotar a sus trabajadores, libertad para enriquecerse al cobijo del poder y aprovechándose de los que menos tienen mediante la usura. Esa libertad.
“Let’s just say the quiet part out loud:
America didn’t get hijacked by ‘patriots.’ It got hijacked by failures — and by the very smart, very cynical people who realized how easy those failures are to manipulate.
For decades, the United States has produced a whole population of folks who never did the reading, never did the learning, never gained any skills, never grew emotionally, never took accountability for a single thing in their lives — and then reached adulthood furious that the world wasn’t built around their bad decisions. They flunked out of life, coasted on the easiest path possible, and then expected the entire country to bend so they never have to feel uncomfortable or inadequate.
Enter the political strategists who said, ‘Oh wow…this country has a gigantic pool of angry, insecure underachievers who will believe absolutely anything that absolves them of responsibility. If we just tell them they’re right and everyone else is wrong, they’ll worship us.’
And that’s exactly what happened.
A movement didn’t rise because these people were strong. It rose because someone finally figured out how to weaponize their weakness.
Tell the failures they’re actually the real Americans.
Tell the losers that the smart people secretly envy them.
Tell the ones who never succeeded that their lack of success is someone else’s fault.
Tell the folks who never grew up that maturity is ‘woke.’
And suddenly you’ve built an army — not of thinkers, not of leaders, not of contributors — but of emotionally fragile adults addicted to being lied to because the truth hurts too much.
Meanwhile, the people at the top of this movement?
They don’t respect them.
They don’t admire them.
They don’t even like them.
They use them.
Because they know these people don’t want solutions — they want soothing.
They don’t want progress — they want validation.
They don’t want responsibility — they want stories that make them feel better about failing at life.
So the grifters show up and say, ‘Hey buddy, none of this is your fault. You’re perfect. It’s the immigrants, the books, the teachers, the scientists, the cities, the gays, the trans people — anyone but you.’
And the failures eat it up like dessert.
Because it feels good.
Because it’s easier.
Because they finally found a political movement where doing the least, learning nothing, and hating everyone is not only accepted — it’s celebrated.
This movement isn’t powered by greatness. It’s powered by fragility, by resentment, by the bottom of the class finally hearing a bedtime story where they’re the heroes instead of the ones who fell behind.
And the people in charge? They laugh behind closed doors. They know exactly who they’re dealing with.
They know if you give failures an enemy to hate and a fantasy to believe in, they’ll hand you the keys to the country — and thank you for the privilege.
America doesn’t have a ‘patriot problem.’
America has a failure problem — and a ruling class that learned how to turn those failures into a political ATM.
It’d be tragic if it weren’t so predictable.”
- Joann Blake