Give me a 'like', for charity

The Facebook like symbol at the entrance to the company's headquarters in Menlo Park, California.

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• The dictatorship of the 'likes'

It is sad to have to ask, they said to themselves when one did not have a job so as not to fall into the saddest thing still, which was having to steal.

But we have reached a point where work does not prevent you from begging, because it also includes asking as if we were souls in pain in need of a little compassion, out of charity.

This is the scene: several friends around a table and a waitress so nice that, as soon as we praise her for her kindness, she begs us: “Put it on the web, please, please, that's the only thing my boss values. If not, scold us ”. And there we are, recovering the mobiles that had survived the food so well separated, to type faces, smiles,

and whatever it takes. Because who is not going to have compassion for a young waitress who will not earn enough to become independent but who, if she does not receive positive comments on the web, will be struck down between round and round of the rich ribs (sorry, Garzón!).

There is another scene of mendacity. One was trying a relaxation podcast, and not exactly the day of the ribs, when the whispering voice that was ordering concentration to the exact rhythm of inhalation and exhalation said, before immersing in the gradual journey through all parts of the body: And don't forget at the end, if you liked this podcast, to

on Facebook, Twitter or any app of your choice. And he said it in the same sinuous, calm and compelling tone with which he had been convincing you to calm your mind to put off your problems.

What a mess.

If anyone had achieved some degree of relaxation, it was over with the impending subsequent debt.

If someone was spontaneously praising the waitress, they suddenly fell into the overwhelming responsibility of being able to contribute to their survival or expulsion.

It is not worth choosing, it is not worth using, it is not worth saying, it is not worth paying.

You have to press a

, even for the love of God, so that those new rules of the economy that we have not chosen hit the correct box.

It is sad to have to ask, certainly, and we do not know if it is even sadder to have to steal, although it is more dangerous.

But what is sad is to see labor relations vanish through a sewer in which mendacity becomes part of a game in which there should only be one clear variable: salary.

Anyway.