I honestly thought that columns like “The Mail of the Heart” were just a memory of my grandmother Betta from the early 1950s. He told me about a certain “Donna Letizia” who responded to the love pains of the girls of the time. My mother instead told me about a magazine “Cioè” where little girls talked about their first doubts revealing their first kiss in the bathroom in high school during recess with a boy from school. Historical courses and recurrences. I notice that it was a great idea instead. Congratulations for your answers Dr. Braghieri. And those letters show us that “amor vincit omnia”. Time passes and love always remains the basis of life. I am so moved by the yearning of post-romantic teenagers who still want to woo a girl by the sea. I read about women who band together to flush out the boss who would like to keep two feet in a stirrup. Actually in three brackets because – I’m sure – in addition to the two interns at the workshop, his wife was also at home. Maybe my opinion in this column is “off topic” but I connect all this to the desire for gender equality. Perhaps everything was born precisely from the 1968 attempt to make women equal to men. My elementary school teacher reminded us that you can’t add “apples to pears”. Here’s the point: women have lost the gracefulness that made them special precisely because they were different from men. Conversely, man, by accepting this equality… has surrendered to being man. And now we find ourselves on stage with the androgynous woman and the man with the skirt. And if we try to rebel we will be insulted as retrograde and sex-phobic. ffff
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Dear “so many Fs”, if you are “off topic” so am I. You can’t imagine how many times, with friends, relatives, colleagues, you complain about your own regret. I don’t want to make it a question of rights and respect for everyone which, it goes without saying, are sacrosanct and even more so I want to remain at a distance from dramatic and urgent issues such as the slope that certain male behaviors have taken towards women in the name of who knows what presumed supremacy.
But if I could find myself talking about a “normal” world I would allow myself to express a certain nostalgia for the “beautiful” connotation of roles. Which certainly doesn’t mean denying the progress made by women. Let’s say that, like her, I would have preferred them to remain that way when making them. And above all that the men did not completely lose their pace.