Jordi Molto he’s a guy who works for ‘The Anthill’ by Pablo Motos doing things with old people and with hidden cameras and she also did that gag with Rosalía where people called her green on the street, but in reality it was her asking questions with a wig. She molto she began to work with Juan Carlos Ortega, who was her mentor, and the truth is that they are somewhat similar, and not only in gerontophilia. The other day they cast one of her sections on ‘El hormiguero’. It was tremendous. In case you didn’t see it:
There were two rooms. One was invited to people who said shit on twitter on Juan del Val, Maria Pombo and Laura Escanes. They were not told that they were going to ‘El hormiguero’, of course, but to talk about the reasons why they hate those characters. In the other room were the famous. I don’t know how the hell they cajoled the ‘haters’, but why are they going to take you to a site with many cameras to talk about your tweets, if not to crack you up. Anyway.
I understood that none of them had a highly developed spider sense and that instead there were many oversized egos. They gave them some cardboard with their printed tweets as soon as they arrived. They asked them questions and gave them coba to let off steam at ease. There were two groups: sad men and womenlike those who go to a bakery at half past seven in the morning on any Sunday because their eyelashes are burnt from watching videos of ‘I’ll just summarize it for you’, and young and envious little girlsY funny ‘hipster’with no more apparent sins or imbalances than using Twitter.
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Total, they expanded. They grew. And then Juan del Val, or María Pombo, or Laura Escanes would come out the door. Surprise. The famous faced those who attack them from time to time or give them the occasional little hurtful joke, and those who have become obsessed and cultivate their hatred with the care of a retired woman who makes some horrible watercolor squares. And how did they react to each other? The occasional turned like tomatoesa few defended themselves, and the obsessedInstead, they wanted to befriend their victims and take selfies Curious hate on the internet, right?
The insult to the famous can be cheap, a frivolous distraction, or a symptom of a serious maladjustment, but the Internet equals everything. It makes us psychopaths behind the screens. Bravo, by the way, for the famous. What paper! They treated with charm and kindness those who had vomited on them. ‘Chapeau’.