Genghis Khan. The first man I thought about when I heard the news was Genghis Khan. Could it be otherwise? Even if the “h” of Dominique Strauss-Kahn is after the “a” vowel, it must be tough to sport such a surname. Yes, I am writing about former IMF general-director, the Frenchman accused of raping a Guinean chambermaid in a New York hotel last week.
This kind of news deserve always my interest. Not rape neither the rapist himself, but the psychological and social mechanisms behind the contemporary definition of rape and forced mating. Do you remember Julian Assange case last year? When WikiLeaks founder was accused in Sweden of abusing two different women?
Of course, there is giant nuance that separates rape from sexual abuse. This is a scientific field in itself — and perhaps much more delicate than rocket science. I myself remember what happened with my first girlfriend in Portugal, still a close friend more than two decades later: after splitin…
Sometimes I feel guilty just because I prefer to prepare mozzarella salads instead of a nice BBQ. Sorry. A short email I received last week renewed this feeling. Why manhood and BBQ are synonyms?
Of course I have my personal story with the dish: it was one of the reasons why my Brazilian exile didn’t work out.
Truth be told, there aren’t many human practices so sexist as this outdoor grilled experience. Unlike Europe, BBQ in Brazil is a weekly practice year round where everybody sticks to a very defined role. Like a stylish performance:
Men supervise charcoal drinking beer and speaking about cars and football; Women prepare the side dishes and have small talk about children and nasty neighbours.“Hey, João, what are you doing here? Go back to the garden and help the boys grilling the veal...” I still remember the astonishment of Cláudia, my Brazilian girlfriend then. The chat was quite boring outside and I felt free enough to join the female group in t…
Quatro de Maio é um bia donito. É uma bata em que eu nunca tinha pensado. Bepois bestas dreves linhas vou passar a pensar mais no quatro de Maio, e todos os quatro de Maio em todos os quatro de Maio. Foram, são, serão, a bata marcante em que escrevi estas linhas. As grandes referências, e mesmo as mais ínfimas, nascem assim. Beste merdoso, medroso, nada. Num virgem e aparentemente bescartável quatro de Maio, essa bata mítica em que o quatro dá total precedência ao circo, aliás, cinco. Mas é melhor terminarmos.