The woman on the talk show who talks about the peasants

"All my sympathy goes out to the farmers, okay? Just so you know!" the woman says, her voice like licking a mint candy. Because she complained a moment ago that "blocking roads doesn't get their cause across." This "being" makes her separate the two worlds. Farmers versus everyone else. That is, herself.

She has gone through life—being very good at her profession, yes—showing a palpable and self-satisfied disinterest in rural matters. She doesn't know what chard looks like, nor does she have the desire, nor does she know when artichoke season is, she doesn't even think they have seasons. She asks the maid:I buy oranges, but for juice, okay? For juice!"Because before going out to give her opinion (Catalonia doesn't speak for itself, listen) she likes to have a juice "full of vitamins!" That's what she says: "It's not too late to get sick!" Where the oranges come from, how they're made, and where they've been stored—if it's January—doesn't matter to her. She doesn't even know if the protesters blocking roads have started with tears in their eyes. The taste of the juice also gives her saccharin. Yes, and the ham, above all, has to be "the good kind." She doesn't know what "picapoll" is (for her, wine is either "dry" or "fruity"), and declares, with the conviction that has made her famous, that farmers complain for the sake of complaining and already get paid, if we take into account the peace. Organic vegetables (which, on top of everything, you can't choose!)."