In the last few weeks there has been a lot of talk about asses, in fine language butts, which is the same thing, as it is the same thing with boobs and breasts, and now it has given us the former. We live the festival of the tit, although not so much because it did not reach Eurovision, and for me that is why they have, some and some if we are guided by the networks, so much mania for Chanel's butt. That if she is hypersexualized – for 25 euros the answer, names of musical idols that do not go there. What if the singer's clothing is not for a contest of this type –for 25 euros the answer, names of festivals in which sexual glam is absent–. What if the lyrics of the song are rude and sexist –for 25 euros the answer, names of lyrical poets who have triumphed in life–.
As if he didn't have enough with traditional machismo and its dandy headlines, or with the paramachistas who take the opportunity to indirectly attack feminism on account of their victory at the Fest, they also have to deal with the machismo coated with feminism of those who decree what is progressive –the tit– and what is heteropatriarchy –the ass–. Chanel has the right to teach what she wants because she has it for that and for that we have shouted “freedom”, because if she is only going to be to replace dictations, we are going wrong. Reducing a singer's triumph to her movements is as if Elvis hadn't hit the boom boom with his hips or Tom Jones hadn't owed his chest hair a Grammy. And for the record: I like them both very much.