The first Startup financed by the Patriarchy was called Disney.
And as the dwarfs grew, it took over the entire Principality.
The Princes appear with their magic powders since we see them on a splendid big screen at the age of 3. Immaculate and bright. That is the point of no return. The first time you see it. Because even if it disappears, women spend their lives looking for it as if their lives depended on it. And their lives do. On it.
The problem is that it's not Wally. No matter how much you look for it, it won't be there. Never.
Prince Charming is the mental candy that we couldn't stop eating. And even less when there is puree on the other side of the tablecloth.
We all know that we have been educated in a patriarchy and it is impossible not to have traces of machismo in our guts.
Romantic love songs become the soundtrack of our lives, without asking our permission to be so.
And the movies are in charge of reinforcing how idyllic love is.
While with our steps we are growing and consequently learning, that a good child protection campaign would be that all stories end, by law, with a:
"And they were not always happy, and very rarely ate partridges."
That cocktail of songs, movies and idyll is strengthened in our immune system and there will not be enough defenses to stop it.
There is another important point in our stories: the moment when we begin to awaken from patriarchal anesthesia and realize that we are a sea of contradictions.
We realize it because they make us feel like hypocrites and not victims. And it is unfair, because we fight to spit out what has been spoon-fed to us.
We all know it.
All those women who fall asleep hugging princes who call them precious at night and "loose" in the morning.
All those who go out with "not one less" banners in the afternoon and kiss toads disguised as princes at night with the perreo that denigrates us in the background.
All. Absolutely all, even if we are more or less aware, we have the damn patriarchy in our guts.
The positive thing is that over the years you learn the Constitution of life. And you play to place articles according to your life chapters.
Art. 1 Disney does not empower. Neither does sewing.
You also learn that Disney will never make protagonists of the women who are no longer here, the 1027 women that machismo has taken away since 2003 in Spain, women whose stories left their mark.
Disney will not tell you about Simone de Beauvoir, Frida, Virginia Woolf, Rigoberta Manchú...
Even if they are true warriors and have more dignity and courage than any princess.
Disney doesn't want to empower girls, it wants them with princes in their heads and learning new beauty tricks.
In terms of education, the Principality, called patriarchy, subsidizes the public education of the Packs of princes who dress up as beasts in Carnivals. Or in San Fermines.
These Packs are formed in the entrails of the sentences of the Judicial Power, feed on porn and reproduce in the parties and chiringuitos of the towns and cities.
The solution? Wake up from the dream. Not with kisses of eternal love.
But with wands. To the beat of the magic words:
*Fe- mi- nis- m*
We must embrace Feminism, because it is the only hope of achieving real equality that embraces women and men equally, making us feel free, recognizing that we deserve a freedom that has always been denied to us.
Because sewing doesn't empower, reading empowers you.
Reading Simone de Beauvoir.
It empowers you to have "The Second Sex" as a vital Bible on your nightstand.
Because Feminism understands that freedom is not that they paint you a neofeminism so that you can commercialize your uterus out of necessity.
Being a feminist is not putting on an Inditex t-shirt, which is sewn by all those who have not yet been able to empower themselves.
Because, precisely, Feminism is about that. About sisterhood. And that no one is free until we all are.
Hopefully our granddaughters will not remember this day and it will be, November 25, as it is the 26th.
Hopefully our granddaughters will say to each other:
"Our grandmothers eradicated sexist violence and left us a free world. Really.
"Our grandmothers had an annual count where those who are no longer there were"... hopefully our granddaughters will tell it with amazement, as something anecdotal.
Meanwhile, we continue fighting so that there are none. Not one less.
