We know we’re saying something that’s not very nice. But we’re sure half of Italy is thinking about it. Or more. This story of Francesca Pascale and Paola Turci was already hilarious when it started, imagine now that it’s over.
Anyway, that’s the way the world goes: even for celebrities, for LGBTQ people and for multimillionaires. And that’s the way it should be.
Paola and Francesca dissolved their civil union the other day. That is, they divorced. All that’s missing is an agreement to divide up the ownership of a large villa in Fiesole (which was Berlusconi’s), and it’s done.
Let’s be clear. Nothing to say, neither about Francesca Pascale nor about Paola Turci; the first is a Berlusconi supporter with the same fervor with which the second is anti-Berlusconi. Personally, we are sorry that it’s over. We should always respect those who suffer for love. What we are not sorry about is that the veil of hypocrisy has been lifted – and let’s not say farce – on the happy and contented, non-binary, rainbow, non-patriarchal family, cemented by respect and civil rights that wants to teach us conformists – who even married a woman in church – how to love, how to start a family and how to live a fluid passion not like us who went around with a stroller sweating on the Varigotti seafront – on a yacht off the coast of Cilento.
The impression, in the end, and we write this humbly, is that
no matter how much they give us their little moral lessons peace, love & ddl Zan, they are in all respects dramatized, betrayals, jealousies, revenge and divorces exactly the same as ours. Certainly not better. And maybe even worse.