There are days when the problem isn't what's being investigated, but who decides to speak out without having read the room. The Julio Iglesias case is one of them. The courts are investigating public allegations of sexual assault. There is no verdict; there are proceedings. So far, basic democracy 101: prudence, respect, and letting those responsible do their job. But no. Here come the improvised defenses, that national sport where people rush to protect the myth, even if it means trampling over anyone else. Ana Obregón's intervention was a collection of clichés: out-of-place jokes, insinuations, and the classic "I knew him and he was charming." Simultaneous translation: if it didn't happen to me, it didn't happen. An argument that refutes nothing and discredits a lot. And here lies the fundamental inconsistency. Because the person who today downplays allegations and ridicules the debate is the same person who resorted to surrogacy abroad, a practice illegal in Spain and ethically questioned for turning women's bodies into a service. Bypassing the law by crossing borders and then pontificating about dignity and credibility is not an opinion: it's a contradiction. Then there's Isabel Díaz Ayuso, who decided to look at a different map to avoid looking here. Comparing a specific investigation to distant realities isn't context; it's diversion. Rights don't work by international comparison, nor are allegations dismissed because there are worse situations in other countries. The pattern repeats: minimize, relativize, joke, divert, and discredit. Anything but listen. Anything but accept that talent is not a get-out-of-jail-free card and fame does not grant moral immunity. No one is asking for televised convictions or lynchings. Something much simpler and more adult is being asked for: respect for the accusers, prudence in statements, and trust in the justice system. The songs will keep playing. The pedestal, not so much. Because when power is protected through jokes, ethical shortcuts, and impossible comparisons, what is exposed is not the past of an icon, but the present of those who rush to cover it up