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When I studied the master’s degree in journalism at the University of Barcelona (BCN_NYC), about a million years ago, my reporting professor, Juanjo Caballero, told us one day that anything could be a topic. He explained to us, you can write something great about a chickpea. I still remember his words as if it were yesterday. A chickpea, Lola.
I’ve spent my entire professional career trying to write about chickpeas. I try so much and so often that I have ended up counting myself (almost, always almost) in full. You have to be very cool to write about chickpeas and have people want to read you. Let them read you to the end. In fact, we have people like Juan Tallón, with the virtue of making the smallest detail interesting. I don’t know about you, when I read it I die of rage. That detail that always eludes me because I get so lazy.
I always write these lines only with that objective, that you get here and want to reach my final point. Even if you don’t like it, even if you hate what I tell you, I’m doing well. Finish me.
Chickpeas are also a symbol for me. When I was little, I was really bad at mathematics and my best memories are in my kitchen at home with my mother explaining to me how to multiply and divide with chickpeas on that table. He tried so hard that he wanted to understand her, but no. It took many years for me to learn that adding two plus two plus two equals two times three. I say it and I’m still ashamed, but that’s how it was. And in the end, that’s the truth, I understood it thanks to some chickpeas.
Later in high school, since I wanted to be very intelligent, I longed for it with all my cells, I did pure science. That is, in the time of BUP and COU, Mates I, Biology, Physics and Chemistry. Let’s see, I studied the solid-rigid, with that is enough to understand the nonsense. That I chose that is an unequivocal symptom of the shitty orientation we had then. I am literary, without a doubt, I had to learn to multiply and divide with chickpeas, for the love of God. Still, since all I cared about was feeling smart (it’s another thing to be smart), I chose pure science. Option AB. Thank goodness that in the rest of the subjects I did it well and easy. Surprisingly, I was able to choose.
I’m talking about chickpeas because I can write and have you read me. And above, I can comment. I hate writing without giving an opinion, I already said it, that’s cowardly. So today I am going to comment on what is happening on social networks with influencers with millions of followers. It has given them to publish that they need to disconnect for a while. Dulceida, the greatest among them, said it a few days ago. Before, others did it that, although they are very followed, do not come close to that audience that has the largest influencer in Spain. To me, like this, a boat soon, it seems good to me. Normalizing anxiety and frailty will always be fine, but …
My but comes when everything has a stench of marketing. The famous personal brand. It cannot be that something so important becomes fashionable, anxiety, anguish, that pain. Above all, because then they disappear for two days and come back as if nothing had happened (you just have to see Laura Escanes, her detoxification from networks has lasted a sigh). You have to talk about that, but trivializing it is something else, very different. I understand that having that profession must be terrible, so exposed. I only expose myself a little bit and sometimes, from my little profile on Instagram, I want to close everything. I’m super hooked, of course, but the banality about something that involves so much suffering for so many people, that’s not right.
I have come here to talk about chickpeas and in the end, as always, I mess up, I mess up… And for once, without being a precedent, I can take advantage of this little piece of mine to say: Today I bought a kilo of chickpeas. Thanks for reading me.
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