Why do Spanish women look so miserable?
It might be an outrageous claim, but it’s true. Feminism, like a drinkable water supply and fresh milk, reached Spain later than most, and consequently, hit like a tidal wave.
The Spanish are very good at picking up the ball and running with it; when they discover something (like the internet, or satellite TV) they very quickly adapt it into their way of life, and create succesful companies which often buy out the original British templates. But, with rampant feminism, the effect was nothing short of catastrophic. Almost overnight, the women became harder, meaner, and figuratively and literally, began to wear the trousers.
The result is great swathe of miserable, frowning, angry and downright rude women. They have faces like ” a bulldog chewing a wasp” – to borrow a quaint old British expression; scrunched up, truculent and bitter.
More seriously, the Spanish men, are turning from their own singularly scary women, and are seeking the more feminine and (currently) less confrontational East European variety who, thanks to the inefficacy of communism, are now in plentiful supply. One can’t help feeling the Senoritas have scored something of an own goal here.
But, every once in a while, the mask drops, one of them might laugh, or smile, at an innermost thought, and their faces are transformed. Let us hope this tide of negative emotion continues onward, out in to the Mediterranean, sweeping away the stern masks and steely resolve, and the Spanish women regain something of their femininity, for the sake of their suffering menfolk, who, I’m sure, spend their days yearning for that nanosecond smile.
As I expect a fatwah to be taken out on me by the entire Spanish female population, I shall now be moving to Chechnya and calling myself Shirley.