There was a time when people made their lives. Some took drugs, others died healthy, someone played the sax, they danced alone. Decisions were personal and it was frowned upon to go through life giving lessons to others.
That laxity, typical of humble people, is disappearing.
–You are a meddler!
–Defender of progress, morality and correct habits!
An aesthetic clinic has hung a banner in Madrid encouraging passers-by to rebuild not their lives but their pectorals, under the motto: “Another summer changing the panorama of the beaches.” The business is that passers-by are encouraged to have breasts, lips or earlobes done with a view to the beach season, the catwalk of the Spanish middle class.
I understood that people are free to spend money on these things and I still remember reading that they improve self-esteem (or was it personal growth?). The truth is that I pass in front of the canvas and continue as wide.
–This canvas is a shame! Starting with the message of the beaches. Panorama? The one with the beaches full of voyeurs!
We have come across the Church. Or with a statement from Teta
And with so much indignation!
The entity disgraces all administrations with its passivity, in its name. In other words: from everyone.
I admire citizens who take on the obligation to mess with others. This admiration –perhaps perplexity– is compatible with the fatigue caused by so much moralizing. Since when is it immoral to have your boobs done if you are of legal age and the medical center is authorized?
The bad thing is that there is an option to break the tie: the creation of a professional body of civic agents – nephews, cousins ??and brothers-in-law of mayors or councilors of welfare and citizenship -, with the mission of patrolling the Levante coast to punish voyeurs, especially if they have a belly, drink beer and wear sunglasses. Welcome to the moral reserve of the West!
