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news as I know, the editorial is a genus of opinion that seeks to define the position of a media regarding an issue of concern. And I think it is appropriate do (though I must admit I feel like the very Lárez or Eladio Martínez Walter doing these things), and the controversy surrounding the previous post "Metrosexual Zoo."
dreamed of becoming a journalist when I started writing a weekly urban chronic juvenile form, this column does not have a name and decided to call it "hard date", the same nickname that bears this page.
Every time I write in this blog, I try to be as free as possible, to relieve the words that sometimes do not dare say those that lie quietly to myself inside and not even let me think. I have found in it, a way to unravel my world and share a piece of history with that eager to letters. I also write to shine hidden pranks and laugh about this crazy world, as crazy as us, perhaps not to mourn. Journalistic genre
My favorite is the chronic, and chronic non satire, mockery, sarcasm, irony, lacks luster. So I am worth of comic situations. Sometimes I had to expose my worst blunders, my philosophical elevations, my dishes, my dreams, frustrations, lies and truths to be closer to translate a work just mine, unique, new, original for me and for you.
I can not be silent about what I think, I love the discussion, debate teaches me, freedom of expression is my way of life, all together in concave and convex do what I am. A man of faith, with human frailties and wanting to shout to the world what you think and feel. Sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes white, sometimes black or gray. And in these shades, I take the computer and let my heart out for me.
If I offended anyone with my story "Zoo Metrosexual" or susceptibility hurt some, a thousand apologies. It was not to offend, but to describe, narrate, tell a reality and that each of you made your opinion freely and spontaneously.
me feed upon their words and learn that life takes many lessons. Every time I leave comment on a piece of you: laughter, dating, friendship, hugs, greetings, insults, but mostly thinking. Never write to injure or harassing anyone, it is unethical for a journalist, much less for a human rights defender. In fact, to rectify my position I quote the end of my post:
"Much less going to believe this review is part of a common criticism, because although it is packed with satire and rusty pins to puncture point, but rather is a applause for those who manage to look better each day this world being against sexist and a warning to those who fall into the ridiculous for not being happy, natural, human and genuine as they are and will forever. "
This chronicle I wrote it, and that's my style, unique, irreverent, critical, cartoonish, satirical, realistic and raw. Welcome to my world, my language, my life. Welcome to Date drive.

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Zoo

Once he touched the women, when I wrote "Simply Beautiful" is now the turn of men ...
I'm not against looking good, No sir. Moreover, every morning I try to do my best, I open the closet, seriously analyze the day's activities according to dress as I can, I try on several shirts and jackets before giving the final verdict. At weekends, use hats, sweaters and jeans. I'm a fan of shoes, ties and maniacal with perfumes, I seem to combine some others only in jeans and a suit, I do not know where I got that rule, but I do. I look in the mirror, and if I feel comfortable, grab the briefcase and go. The styling gel is a must, which is why a buddy nicknamed me "Gomina Minister." Profess that the image is very important, but the excesses are always harmful.
Saturday, was in line at the theater, trying to see what movie had on screen, but as the letters disappeared very fast, I was absorbed and focused. Therefore, suddenly stepped on a guy (I always happened) and I apologize if I dropped the mug because the man had the more delineated, raised eyebrows I've ever seen in my entire life. Could it be that he was paying tribute to the untamed María Félix, Liz Taylor and Sophia Loren ? I do not know. The truth is indiscreet I could not stop looking at him closely on his eyelids shaved similar to those of Dr. Spock. He was very caught from his girlfriend and all, but I think he spent the boundaries of the metrosexual. I would never think to shear the eyebrows and less than that.
Some men get addicted to the gym, your life becomes compulsively towards healthy, dieting, eating, mountain, yogurt, drinking water, getting protein injection, exercise, train, jogging clothes and sneakers, belts, creams thinning and hair removal. Uff I'm tired!. They have 3 days in the gym and I walk straight and chest out excessively as if they belonged to a sect of autistic Nazis led by Arnold Schwarzenegger . Flannel bloodsucking style set that breaks the tricep, jeans apretadísimos dividers testicles left and right hemisphere, towel and water thermos in hand. I have a neighbor like that. The character after watching faced Johnny Bravo, and then swallow the voice says, "Dude how are you?" And I (stock) replied innocently okay and you brother?
"I do not see? Papeado, strong, tough. Conchal I see it very thin, you're sick? We are bringing the rock (crack). Ja-ja-ja. " Android starts to demoralize this ... (and continues), I grab my belly and release deadly phrases as: "The worst is that you're skinny and Bofo ..." That's the time of the arrechera me up and makes me say : "vigoréxico shit, mental illness, obsessive bodybuilder, no results, mares consuming vitamins, go your way, and neighing horse desjinetado which hopefully will leave bruises on each muscle to exercise "... But education that my parents gave me did not include such words as sound, but stupidly I had to say: "Well my brother I go jogging when I can. See you then. " There must be a deep breath, because to demonstrate its power gives you a hug out agallones that makes you sound to the core.
I can not name those "fat" to make light pepsi, coke light, light juice, coffee with sweetener (NutraSweet) pechuguita grilled vegetables, and appear ligerita life in the morning, but in the night choking on spaghetti with sausage as they pass through. Plomitos have the ear, go on a diet to lose weight reduction, fat again. Spend the salary in that lie and increasingly impoverished participants seem to show "sweating." The opposite are those who breathe or not to get fat (as I did some time) each day planting anorexia ignorance, believing that someday trample niuyorkina gateway in the ribs showing interior Calvin Klein.
These days, I went to a toast between journalists and a colleague was too pale, I thought I used pancake or talc. But Pepe Grillo told me, "Erwin left to speculate, to speak ill of others, do not criticize ..." After a while comes a friend who has a tongue like a razor blade and said: "We lost Mark . Blush now to check, it was enough to send me to hell to Pepe Grillo and enthralled watching the pink sweat fell over his black shirt throughout the night.
Recently I was in college and a student began talking and as he was busy not put much attention ... until I looked up and realized that the boy had tremendous plume as a hairdresser right out of donuts (full lacquer and glitter) and he talked and I just saw your ass style was opening Elvis shaking his head. Was not to do!, Had a dilemma: whether to put his hand to root not open or run, I decided to make me mad, and at the end of the conversation the young man was like a peacock espelucaò. What I felt embarrassed. Poor boy.
Not to mention my friend Roger that was grafted sweet, buttocks and abs. It was fine to make an extra in the series Bionic Woman and man nuclear. Well hopefully never will melt back on a visit to the beach. Pavosaurios
And there pà take pà rriba in shopping centers. Some grandparents who dress like teenagers in spiked hair, Mechita, sunglasses and jeans style tubes Miami Vice. With a walk so strange that even ridicule manhood and maturity.
Do not think that describe these characters was difficult, it was enough just to leave my house to appreciate this zoo of testosterone in short called metrosexual. Much less going to believe this review is part of a common criticism, because although it is packed with satire and rusty pins to puncture point, rather it is a round of applause for those who manage to look better each day this world being against sexist and a warning to those falling into the ridiculous for not being happy natural, human and genuine as they are and will forever.

"Being natural is the most difficult poses." Oscar Wilde.

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metrosexual "Orchids for Laura "

I think I have become an workaholic (addicted to work) has led me to be more demanding with my time. I've become judgmental, quarrelsome, sour, stupid, "hyperkinetic, aerodynamic, electrostatic and nymphomaniac." (Jejeje. ultimate wish it were true, lol). I started to hate some things defenseless, such as Sunday and paid their guilt in my previous post. However, this time it's the Venezuelan television channel Venevision specifically that was my home for some time.
On Saturday I wanted to sleep a little earlier. My sleep-inducing therapy is to watch TV, or rather, not see, but remain nearly 30 minutes clicking frantically all control buttons without giving time to look at something on the screen until my stress level reaches a minimum. Having a wide range of options, to remember old times, I decided to stop at the Super Saturday program Sensational.
"This Saturday is very special," said tone Daniel Sarcos fictional, "as it celebrates the Festival of the Orchid", the show more balourd or hillbilly, I've seen in my life after the insults and histrionics Peruvian marital brawl in the ring are assembled from Laura America for taking a simple "chelas in a brood." Just enough to hear the hoarse voice of the rickety blonde screaming: I spent the lover or else That between the cuckold!, To turn it tremendous pain in the ass all against all, in the end to any public or innocent cameraman out with black eyes.
Yes folks, Orchid, our national flower vilified in a circus crap, which causes mental retardation in any regular viewer of this type of program and arouses the contempt of those who have four fingers in front. I imagine that the producer wanted to imitate the award of Festival de Viña del Mar in the elegant delivery of the torches and silver gulls, with the most ruthless groups in Latin America.
But it goes! This edition was barbarism. The orchid is the delivered to any bland wig stick with three cries, would stumble Charrasqueado reggaeton and cheese with a thunderbolt in one hand and a fork in the other. Where's the talent?, To the lions! This time a singer
vallenato dared to peel the maruto (read round scar left in the middle of the belly, after drying the umbilical cord) and expose your digestive system three-dimensional. I wonder: Will she felt sexy, Will did not know what to do on stage?, Will wanted to provoke collective revulsion and vomiting? Could it be that the parasites will be stirred?, Do something so daunting that I see, thanks to the Saturday evening.
also assume that a gas estupidecedor spread to hundreds of people clapped and chanted "orchid" nonstop. Passed groups, cliques, grupero and grupete, all took award under the armpits. Chino y Nacho , Calle Ciega, Tito El Bambino, jumped up and knelt down, kissed the floor, crossed, crossed themselves to the audience, cried, laughed (like every year) and released the usual nonsense of remembered Servando and Florentino : "This is not what I expected, I have no words to describe it, Thanks Dad, Ali, Ali, the sueñossss Alive ... thanks Mom, I love Venezuela, I carry within me, thank my fans, love them all ... blah, blah, blah. "
I think at 8 pm, there came a time when the public obstinately and more nobody would clap or yell ... then had no choice but to tease haughty, pardon the animator, to say: "Orchid bronze, two seconds," no longer flashing, it is silver, "" oh no! ... keeps flashing ", two seconds," Oh gentlemen ... is gold, and now finally moved to platinum and diamond "... All this without striking images of people pissed and whistling by the ridicule they were doing. The most pathetic show, decadent, tedious, impoverished and hilarious I've seen. It was for me a strange mixture of conflicting perceptions, the style of Arjona. "Help me Freud, I think I should go to a psychologist to explain to me why people pay pa 'These pods or why I had to get to see that shit too. The couch waiting for me. I can feel ...
That's how my Saturday ended and I felt insulted, I realized that some areas of the Venezuelan television do not respect their audience, they offer all bread and circuses, in exchange for ticket after ticket, I prefer to "Laura America "for his brash and brazen is sincere and I know that more than a Peruvian girl always going to be slapped and fucked up by their own" ziñorita Laura. "
I know. I'll write a novel instead of "Sunflowers for Lucia "will be called" Orchids for Laura ". I hope this weekend to change my therapy cause me stress and less traumatic to see something else on TV. I'm beginning to think I'm masochistic. definitely the couch waiting for me ... Ahhh ( sigh) When will free Playboy Chavez? ... I put my head on the pillow. Even the control in my hands, the power button lights up. I turn off the TV. ... I was in darkness at bedtime. I cover them. Zzzz