A week of pardons

It's an old media tradition that when you don't want to or can't talk about a national issue, you look at what is happening in England.

Perhaps it is because of how insular, how unusual almost everything between the United Kingdom and Europe has become after Brexit, but indeed, when you do not want to get into the trouble of the local royal house, you look at and enjoy the many that the Windsor house.

On Wednesday I was captivated by the presence of Camilla Parker-Bowles, that woman that few defend and many detest, at the latest David Hockney exhibition at the Royal Academy.

Camilla and Hockney make a good couple. They are both English iconoclasts, Hockney universally admired, Parker-Bowles not so much. Canine nicknamed

, as Diana of Wales, the first wife of her current husband, renamed her, but not her true love, as Camilla and the dogs have always been. During her visit to the exhibition, Camilla surprised, sailor and sixties, with a blue shirt dress with white pleats and high suede boots. As if he had been vaccinated with Moderna and not with AstraZeneca! Making it clear that the situation was relaxed, fresh, renewed as the reopening of a museum or a spring after confinement is supposed to be. He inoculated that effect in spades. In particular, due to the fact of not carrying a bag. A full-fledged goal at a time when her husband's children seem to be submerged in choppy waters of quarrels, haggling and trauma. Camilla, thus decides to take another step towards extravagance, that bizarre British treasure. Alone, without a husband, or entourage,no bag. Although everything went well and after the exhibition she stopped to greet visitors at the entrance, there are already legion who sentenced her for her appearance. I would pardon her.

There are times when you wish to be English.

They make everything pop and sporty.

They are so taken with the concept of appearance and courtesy that they have made with them a

that some call education and others, hypocrisy.

For those of us who have seen

in this last season, Camilla turns out to be as manipulative and almost cruel as her mother-in-law in real life, Queen Elizabeth, who keeps her eternal power inside her bag, preventing everyone from overshadowing her.

That fiction makes you wish you were British, by way of reprieve and become upper-class.

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We live a week of pardons. And new fronts. On Wednesday Rocío Carrasco's docuserie ended with the last 12 minutes where the protagonist expressed the objective of her story: to achieve greater legal protection for harassed women and that those who feel identified with their case, can defend themselves. Immediately, that circular and tortuous world of the press of the heart was twisted again in the short list of whether you believe Rocío Carrasco or understand her daughter Rocío Flores. I deplore that game. It detracts from the effort that the docuseries have meant. That machismo that still plays with our lives does not deserve pardon.