It's October 2025. We're in the 21st century, and at this point in life, there are still those who aren't clear on what feminism is. I get asked this often. The other day at lunch, someone who had just met me, knowing about my career, asked me the question as if to say, "Let's see how you do it." I was surprised by the tone, but it wasn't the first time I'd found myself in a similar situation, and I know it won't be the last. And in some Instagram posts, I'm also asked to explain, like in this video Imma Sust and I shared about the feminist section we do on Wednesdays at The afternoons of Catalunya Ràdio ("The proper ladies' tutorial") and in the comments they wrote: "It needs to be explained so it's understood!" And from time to time they also ask me with genuine curiosity: "But what do you consider feminism to be?" And, honestly, I'm amazed.

Activity 1: calligraphy. Take a blank sheet of paper. Copy the phrase: "If you're not a feminist, you're a sexist" a hundred times. The phrase isn't mine, it's from the late Itziar Castro. Copy it until it's integrated. No, dear, there's no middle ground. No. There's no middle ground. There's no middle ground, I tell you. Damn it. I know, it sounds awful when you say it like that. And you'd make me feel a little sorry for that puzzled expression on my face that clearly indicates you don't like the word. feminist nor the word sexist If it weren't for the fact that the macho thing about penis doesn't give me a drop.

A few weeks ago I attended the Xona Show, a theatrical performance by Marta Pontnou and Laura Fa in support of powerful women with a sense of humor. And I did it wearing a stunning gold dress. My back was bare, and instead of wearing one of those bras that look like they were designed by NASA to hide them, or sticking adhesive circles on my breasts, I chose to wear nothing. And of course, my nipples were visible, which for many people is terrible, terrible. Absolutely terrible. But there, surrounded by powerful and wonderful women, I was not at all shy about declaring that in my world, unashamed nipples (which is to say, all of them) are welcome. Everyone thought it was perfect, and we started talking about the absurdity of hiding nipples and preventing them from showing under clothing. Some of these women admitted that under their T-shirts and tight bodysuits, they wore adhesive strips that only serve to cover the nipples, and that it made no sense at all. Nipples are part of our body, of our anatomy, and masking them under stickers, stiff fabrics, and other traps just to hide them sends the message that those inches of skin are absolutely undignified.