That thing we call him ... sex Whatever little affection I have for the national TV news a few days ago I was having lunch at a Chinese restaurant where classic at noon, someone turn up the TV volume to hear the news. Amid a preposterous plot and semi-erotic, the journalist goes out to prove that the Ticos ... we know nothing about sex. The question of the vox populi ? Simple: What is sex? ridiculous answers ... " What you take to not get pregnant " to " When no penetration." Ten points to the person that adds the interruptus, for general culture. And are things better? No. Our guides pride Sexual Abstinence Education and forget to teach you how to put on a condom. The primary and secondary programs must pass the approval of the Catholic Church because ... no matter what we are trying to teach what they call sex is bad. As we like this in America ... Being latin and salsa lovers Pegaditas prudish but disinherit his daughter if he is in the midst of a romp ...
And to close, news that left me cold and strengthens my argument ... Nicaragua has recently passed the Anti-abortion, even in cases therapeutic. Because the right to decide, get up off their clothes. What happens next, nobody cares. More information here .
of louts ... are jerks ... Something fascinates us. It will be his way of looking, that make you feel like you're the only thing exists in the universe. It will be like talking to you, telling you swear that you feel as if their mouths, they sprout flowers. How will you flee, you lose control, you pursue and torment you. And watch, I mean the jerks of love office colleagues, bosses, femme fatales, impossible love, your best friend who has many girlfriends and you, only calls you when he wants to be alone ... I mean, Chavez, Ortega and my friend would say, given up ... even our own commander. What will they have to fascinate us? It will be his way of looking that makes us believe that it is possible, it is as we speak when mouth filled with promise ... Will they take us, love us, we corrupt ... and then just leave?
has arrived ... Fashion Friday Incredible but true. Already arrived. It smells in the hallways of the Universal, in the scenery dull in the office, the smell of cypress ... that comes in aerosol, because nowadays everything can be bought in cans. I got into the taxi and you can hear the classic Los Bukis and José Luis Perales, sounding at all times. In San José, we mimicry of the snow with the confetti ... that throws only the pretty girls while the street vendors make a killing ground sweeping the paper and sold in bags of 500. And the Amigo Secreto (nemesis labor productivity!) and looks at the toys of 1000 and sugar cookies. Every Friday, from here to 22, will come to effect. In this era of cliches, Christmas is a cheap commodity.
almost five. We are ready to boot. At the door. With mascara. Heels. It is Friday fortnight payment Friday, Friday fashion ... Red lips. Lace underwear. A cocktail before us. Dinner. A movie. A motel. The days of holding the wallet, stay home, not out ... today do not count. What went up the gas? No matter. What touches Monday payment? Tomorrow I think about it. What family, peers, loneliness, anxiety, anger, pain, sorrow? Not today, because today is Friday. And half play Friday at five o'clock and we all in a flock ticos. The streets are filled with cars (because now I can afford!, Why ride a bus?) With ghosts dressed up looking for a bar, a space, one night. At two o'clock, drunk, return to our homes. A quick pass to expect the next fortnight ... Because we only live to forget.
