¿Qué pasaría si todos las/os Fanáticas/os nos vamos a Huelga?

[Publicado en Facebook, el 1ero de Diciembre de 2008.]


Qué pasaría si no estuviésemos pendiente del próximo concierto en Cd. Bolívar; o de colearnos en una Rueda de Prensa para preguntarles el cambio drástico en su último disco; o de cuándo van a sacar la siguiente producción; o de esperar 6 horas en el Lobby de un hotel para verlos por 5 min y tomarte una foto a medias (y con una sonrisa falsa); o de buscar las mil y una formas de meter una cámara a un concierto para poder tener una foto mal tomada, sin flash y donde apenas el tipo se ve...

O aguantarte los comentarios de tus "amigos" de las cosas "locas" que haces por el/los tipo/s; esperar horas frente al TV amenazando a cualquiera que se le ocurra siquiera ver el control remoto para no perder la oportunidad de verlo/s; o que pasen casi 20 años para que veas al tipo, que te firme el LP que has guardado por años y ni siquiera un mínimo gesto de agradecimiento hace...
¿Será que los promotores/productores de eventos nos respetarían si saben que sin nosotras/os ellos no tienen trabajo? 


Y si por ahí seguimos, ¿será que los guardaespaldas nos tratarían como seres humanos que somos al saber que SIN NOSOTRAS/OS ellos no tendrían trabajo? ¿Acaso no se dan cuenta que somos nosotras/os los que hacemos que su vida de Cantantes tenga sentido? 

Qué pasaría si dan las fechas de los conciertos y las entradas no se venden; no hay nadie esperando por ellos en los hoteles; no hay quien vea las entrevistas en las revistas, en los periódicos, en Internet; no hay quien buscara sus conciertos en YouTube, o quien se inscribiera en los Foros... ¡¡Es que hasta las páginas Web dependen de nosotras/os!! Los Grupos en Facebook, MySpace, MSN (para aquellos que todavía existen)... 



¿Qué pasaría si un día nos pusiéramos de acuerdo y simplemente no nos presentamos en ningún lado? Cero conciertos, cero Club de Fans, cero surfeo en Internet, cero hoteles, cero fotos, cero autógrafos... Simplemente desaparecemos... 

¿Será que nos apreciarían en verdad? ¿Nos respetarían como seres humanos y como sus seguidoras/es? ¿No nos vieran con fastidio cuando nos acercamos a ellos? ¿Le dijeran a sus bodyguards que nos trataran bien? ¿Se dejarían de esas peticiones de "nada de fotos" a la salida de una presentación? ¿O en una firma de autógrafos "no tocarlos"? ¿O de interponer a un mastodonte que se la da de guardaespaldas para que la chama no se le acerque? Que nos permitieran aunque sea un besito despues de HORAS de espera, viajes, o lo que sea que hicimos para poder verlos... 

¿Será que nos vieran aunque sea la CARA al momento de firmar el autógrafo, y mentirnos con una sonrisa medio sincera? ¿Se dejarían de sonrisas hipócritas que no engañan a nadie para una foto, que para ellos no vale nada y es hasta una pérdida de tiempo; pero para nosotras/os es lo máximo en ese momento...? ¿Será que nos apreciarían y se dieran cuenta que las que vieron en Maracaibo no son las mismas que vieron en Caracas, ni en Puerto Ordaz, ni en Valencia, ni en San Cristobal...? No somos las mismas y los vemos una vez cada tantos años... 

¿Será que si nos vamos a huelga indefinida nos extrañarían?

¿Que siempre queremos más de ellos? Sí... Y quiere decir que son buenos, que nos enamoran, que nos gusta su música... No quiere decir que les da el derecho de menospreciarnos, ni minimizarnos... Pero quizás deberíamos dejar de quererLOS para que ellos comiencen a quererNOS como deberían... No como obligación ni con fastidio...

¿Será que si todas/os las/os Fanáticas/os del mundo nos fuéramos a huelga, los cantantes seguirían siendo cantantes?

SINDICATO ÚNICO DE FANÁTICAS ALOCADAS PERO CON ORGULLO (SUFACO) 

Body Language

…and why I hate Beyoncé.

70% of the things we say, we say it with our body… and it is something that I know my way around, and quite well; thanks to the best teacher I had for that: Mum.

Though I don’t think it has anything to do with just reading a book or knowing the universal signs; like crossing your arms protecting yourself in a conversation… I think it has also a lot to do with instinct.

I’m going to tell you what happened to me, which made me confirmed that people miss a lot of things because they don’t know how to read someone else’s body.

A while ago, we were at the office watching the Super Bowl 2016 performance on YouTube. A coworker was talking about how beautiful, gorgeous and “amazing” Beyoncé was… and I told her that Beyoncé is one of the artists that I hate the most in all history. She defended her, mentioning her struggle and her complicated past with her father, and such.

I told her “I can’t stand her as person.” to what all my coworkers jokingly responded that they haven’t got the “chance to meet her in person, to know”… but is not necessary to meet someone face to face to know if that person is a good human being or not. You can see that in the way they treat their subordinates, their family, how they handle journalists (in the case of artists) and especially how they treat their fans.

And that’s something Beyoncé fails enormously, in each and every one of the previous statements.

Yes, maybe she struggled from the bottom to overcome herself, and she’d been working her entirely life, since she was a child. I am not denying that, nor am I taking her achievements away. But, to me, she stills is a prepotent person, that doesn’t know the concept of humility (especially for someone that came from the bottom), and the way she believes herself, literally, to be the “Goddess of the Music World”; simply for me makes her less and less of a pleasant person.

The first time that I realized this was in an E! (entertainment channel) special where they aired an interview after yet another Destiny Childs’ member dropped out of the group (back in the 90’s). Her expression of disdain and contempt when she said “All the bad apples are out”, marked the moment when I saw how arrogant she was. Especially because in that same program they interviewed one of the former members, and she said that she was giving everything to the group, and yet her mum didn’t have enough money to buy food… while Beyoncé and her father drove around LA in Ferraris.

Second point: family. It turned out that Beyoncé has a half-brother, I can’t quite remember where or how he came in the picture; but the thing is that she had a brother living in the streets (if I can recall properly) and he was in serious financial problems. I’m the kind of person that believes children shouldn’t pay for their parents’ mistakes; and she, whether had or hadn’t had problems with her dad, was the right one to help her brother. Apart from the fact that she has the meanings (I mean, money in industrial quantities) to be able to help him without costing her nothing. Did she do it? No. she turned her back to him.

There’s your queen.

Point three: fans. I confirmed, once again, the cloud of……….arrogance and of “look but do not touch me” in where “Queen” Beyoncé walks around (I mean, not even the Queen of England); when I saw a video (on Snapchat) where some fans were at some red carpet event, and a girl shouted to Beyoncé “You’re looking beautiful!!” or something like that, to what your highness gave a sided, annoyed, with all her disdain written all over her face (how dare she speaks to me!) look, and with an annoying tone answered “Thanks.”

Not even a little smile, not a wink, not even to turn around to see the girl properly. No. Nothing. Just disdain, contempt, arrogance… That’s the queen everybody defends.

And that’s the Beyoncé I hate.

I know it’s hard to believe that one can know artists (no matter how “famous” they are) just by looking at them, but it is possible. Thanks to Body Language, it is easy to see how humble or proud, how simple or arrogant, how natural or fake they can be.

And she can have all the money in the world, and all the awards in all the categories. But a person that doesn’t want to help her half-brother and leave him on the streets, having the meanings to do it (and plenty of money) for me is just a despicable human being.

PS: English is not my first language, if you see gramma mistakes, you're welcome to point them out so I can fix and learn... Thanks!

Thank you Kelly Clarkson...

One of the blessings that I can count is my ability to speak English… I know it’s something not everybody can say they do, especially in a Third World country, and I’m aware of that.

I’m also aware that is thanks to my father whom plant the seed in me since I can remember (maybe even before that). Telling me little words and phrases that taught me to love the language and keep improving.

Unfortunately, and I always say this, that’s the only good thing he left me… and those that know my history know it. It’s not badmouthing, or “revenge”, or … I don’t know … anger (even though many sees it that way). It’s the truth. The ugly truth.

Is not just that he abandoned me… like the thousands stories of fathers around the world walking away from their kids. It was the humiliations, the slights, the abuse, the rejections, putting his wife’s daughter before his own daughter. The yelling, the threats, the hits to the doors of the flat.

Not wanting to give a single penny to absolutely anything (for me), not even to pay the hospitalizations at the clinics for the asthma attacks that he caused me. Pulling me out of his insurance when I was 13 years old. Saying that he was gonna pick me up on Sundays and not showing up; or lying and say he was sick, and later on people would come and tell us that he was at the park with his wife and her kid.

Telling my mum that he would give her “three shits” when she asked him my alimony. To literally send me “to hell” when I was 26 years old. Telling me that he didn’t give a shit what I and my mum did. And I’m just summarizing the important points.

It’s hard to believe in men when the one that’s supposed to take care of you and protect you, starts telling you when you’re 12 to “stop eating”…

I started to see on Twitter that Kelly Clarkson’s performance in American Idol had been very emotional and made everybody cry. A song dedicated to her husband and based on her history with her dad.

I knew that it was going to hit me hard and remove my past, because of another of her songs from one of her early productions (“Because of you”)… I delayed watching it as much as I could. When I saw the video, my heart wasn’t entirely on it. I didn’t pay the attention it required.

Until I sat down and heard it. And, man, it hit a cord… obviously from the moment I heard the first line, I had a lump in my throat.

I can understand how emotional she got while she was performing, even more by being pregnant… because every time I hear the song I cry, too.

That song is the photograph of my history… and gives me faith that I, like her, will find a good man that can love me and will mend the hole in my heart that my dad left.

Thank you, Kelly…