Call me basic but I've been thinking about one of the phrases for a week (there are several that struck me) that
releases in 'Pamela Anderson, a love story', the series that Netflix has just released about the most famous Baywatch of all time:
"It was my boobs that had a run, I just went in the 'pack'"
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I can't get out of my mind who was the sexual object (of flesh and blood) of the 90s, without makeup and dressed in a very light white dress behind which her
mythical nipples are timidly marked,
remembering those years in which she became in one of the most famous people on the planet for accrediting, basically, only one merit: having two
(which says a lot about the scale of values that was used at that time).
Nor can I erase from my mind the
that he had to face in each of the interviews he attended, formulated, by the way, by some of the most popular journalists of the time, full-fledged professionals who, before they (her tits), brought out
her most slimy self
I confess that while watching the series, I was torn between embarrassment and relief.
Shame on others
for seeing how something as basic and as natural as having boobs was 'exploited' in the media.
to think that all this circus today would be unthinkable or, at least, different.
And I say different because, with the still fresh image of Pamela touring the television sets to defend animal rights with her nipples, I come across the controversial appearance of
the Minister for Social Rights and the 2030 Agenda, Ione Belarra, without a bra
and I can't help but think that perhaps things haven't changed that much.
Let me explain (before the sticks start to fall).
Although I think it goes without saying that, at this point,
no one forces us women to wear a bra
(another thing is that, at least to me, it seems absolutely essential for everyday moments such as running because the bus escapes or playing sports), I am amazed that appearing without it
causes such a stir and becomes a matter of state
, especially with the one we have on us (I think it is not necessary to go into details).
Because, beyond the 'etiquette' and the recommendations of specialists in the matter (which point to the advisability of wearing a bra during
, especially if the activity involves impact, and the need to do so in the case of surgery
in the area
, to cite two examples), the issue of wearing a bra or not should be a personal choice.
The problem, I'm afraid, is that this
'free the nipple'
(releases the nipple) proclaimed by the activist and filmmaker Lina Esco and who advocates
equal treatment between male and female nipples
is 'very attractive' on the catwalks and the red carpets but it still draws a lot of attention (although it is hard for us to admit it) on the asphalt of the street or the carpets of our offices, especially to the older ones because young people, as with other similar issues, have this issue quite a lot more normalized.
It may be that the fact that a minister frees her nipples helps us, little by little, to
see as natural
something that, in fact, can no longer be so.
Maybe if we changed the way we look, we would see it differently (without so much morbidity) and that, surely,
would suit the new generations quite well
And with this I am not talking about conceiving the use of the bra as an act of violence (or resorting to cheap demagoguery), but contemplating, once and for all, the female breast in another way.
It is clear that
the hypersexualized release of the nipples that the baywatch and the minister embodied have nothing to do with it.
There each one with her motivations, tastes or sensations (as long as behind them there is full freedom).
But, to me, what continues to call my attention is that, at this point, some boobs become a matter of national debate.
I don't know if I explained myself...
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