EDITORIAL.- Last week a group of militant women from the CUP (Popular Unit Candidature) convened a public act to denounce the prevailing machismo in the treatment they receive from political opponents and other male specimens that at the time of disqualifying their positions, ideology and approaches systematically resort to insult and sexist references.
Had they limited themselves to issuing a formal statement, the thing would not have had any significance, but they chose a direct and shocking method: introducing themselves, reciting the qualifiers with which they are defined and admitting their guilt, which is none other than having worked for freedom , dignity and improvement of people's living conditions.
They paraded before the microphone with their story of humiliations: "I am Gabriela, they have called me old, ugly and fat for having reached the 64 years fighting tirelessly ... "" My name is Mireia, sarah bitch it's what they call me to defend a model of sustainable territory. " "I'm Eulàlia, retarded, stupid and stupid for defending a public health system ... "" I'm Anna Gabriel but I'm a bitch, traitor, bitter and malfollada... "And so one after another 
were casting the sad, chaste chastity of harassment, micromachisms, daily feminicidios that millions of women endure when they do not swallow with the established model, when they do not want to meet the physical and mental stereotype that is expected of they. And the answer was political because in the end ideology is a political issue and there where everyone is positioned in relation to the neighbor.
Because then happens what happens and is mounted a copy of the codon when in a letter of the last edition of the Trivial Pursuit the next question of "quesito rosa" appears: "In Game of Thrones, what is the name of Ned's tomboy and Catelyn Stark?" BUTCH!!! Very nice, yes sir! Arya Stark, that's the name of Ned's daughter and Catelyn is ingenious, clever, faces adversity, has a restless spirit, wants to explore, learns
He manages the sword and flees from a certain death by dressing as a boy. No, it does not look anything like his sister Sansa who languishes between embroidery and sighs next to innumerable windows, dreaming of gallant princes to end up espoused by a bloodthirsty and sadistic bastard. Well, we like the tomboy better, look where you are!
And now they have just announced with great fanfare that the doll Barbie (that hatchet, global icon of anorexia that we have put in the hands of the girls for 57 years!) will have 4 sizes, four different Barbies: the short, the high, the "normal" and the chubby. And with the quiet consciences, the doll manufacturers are going to sit and wait for all the girls to ask for the plush Barbie. Sure, sure ... And I say I By when a bald Ken, or a garrul
or with beer belly?
It may seem that we are mixing themes and not. Because to call a politician a whore, a tomboy to a fictional character that does not make the size of a silly girl or to have crushed generations with an impossible physical model of a doll, in the end it is the same, remnants of a patriarchal model that , in the end, it respects neither women nor men.
And so the complaint, by Gabriela, Mireia, Eulàlia, Anna, Arya Stark and the victims of Barbie and because, indeed, "We are the granddaughters of the witches that you could not burn".
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