Dear Empar Moliner, thank you for helping me become a proper woman.

Dear Amparo, you write so well, damn, you write so well.

Last Saturday I laughed out loud. reading the article in which you addressed me directly I thought it would be polite to reply. First of all, I want to tell you not to worry: of course I'll call you so you can do my shopping so they can call you "beautiful" instead of me. You won't need to buy cat food or chicken breast, as you said, because I don't have a cat and I don't eat meat, but I do buy Iberian ham, and I'll figure out where else to send you on my behalf... Okay, now I'll confess the real reason I'm writing. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me realize that I'm hopelessly ungrateful and unfriendly. Because I am, and I'm as tall as Trump Tower. On top of that, they call me "beautiful.", I'll take it by the corner that burns the most! How many things I still have to learn from you! I already know. This week I've been revising myself intensively (I've watched interviews with Bertín Osborne, he's always so gentlemanly in the style old-fashioned) and now I know what's wrong with me: the femidomon I carry inside is to blame. Amparo, it just won't let me and I don't know how to silence it. But articles like the one you dedicated to me help me see things differently. And even more importantly, to be a proper woman: friendly, grateful, and smiling, but without malice, delighted that the man in front of me in line is told "thank you" respectfully and I am told "beautiful" or, better yet, "girl"! Because I, who live the horror of being 55, must thank the Virgin of Menopause that someone who doesn't know me, first sees me and then treats me kindly, rejuvenating me as if I were a 10-year-old. I promise I won't complain. Instead of responding with a snotty femidomon, so tiresome (yes, how tiresome I am when the femidomon possesses me), so Torrecorónico And sharper than a hedgehog, I'll answer THANK YOU. And yes, I want to write it in capital letters so everyone knows I understood. Because I understood. If women are told this, it's because we're beings with whom zero distance is allowed. And that's okay, isn't it? How annoying it is to be a man and have people who don't know you not even dare to call you "handsome.", nor "boy" and don't want to dig their noses into the skin of your cheek to give you two kisses. So precious are kisses on the cheek from complete strangers. Where are you going? Being a woman is a bargain. And you've made me see it. Whoever sees aesthetic pressure, gender bias, and all these extremely boring swear words worthy of an execrable femicide, should get upset. They've missed the point. Besides. It doesn't happen to all of us. Not to you. Look, I thought it was good that you were only praised for your brains, but you're right, it's terrible. Such bad taste. And how serious... BEAUTIFUL!