There is some perverse wit in the title chosen by Corona for his personal and equally lethal Christmas cadeau to Signorini: “The price of success”. The diabolicity lies in the implication that those who have not achieved that success are not because they are not good or telegenic or deserving. No, it’s because he had the courage not to submit to the “system” and perhaps he threw away a promising career, but at least he saved his soul and more. Today, some from their uncle’s garage, some from the nail salon, or from a law office, a host of reviled and resentful rejected Big Brother competitors finally has their revenge. If they are enjoying it with gusto, finally the world will know. And it is not only the failed aspirants to become tenants of the house who rejoice, but a varied and reckless humanity that for one reason or another has not managed to do what it would have wanted. He failed, and rather than do a good, sometimes tiring, analysis of reality he preferred to wallow in the belief that the limits were not in them, but in the “system”. And so now the aunt, chewing the panettone, is pleased: “Did you see that Signorini there, what a sight, of course you didn’t come in, because you’re a good boy”. Ah, what a satisfaction, finally from today everyone will understand. And from tomorrow the laundry shift at 1300 per month will be a little easier. To reinforce the army of revenge led by the brave leader, who however is not satisfied with the 1300 per month and asks for dedication from his disciples subject to a pledge, the Prosecutor’s Office, Mediaset and also the very powerful parsley Codacons have arrived. In the order, the prosecutor’s office investigated Alfonso Signorini for sexual violence and extortion and Fabrizio Corona for revenge porn. Mediaset has issued a statement in which it calls on those who work for the company to rigorously apply the code of ethics without exceptions. And finally the Codacons expressed their opinion by explaining that in their opinion it is not enough to stop the host but rather it is necessary to suspend as a precaution the entire broadcast of the new edition of Big Brother, until the regularity of the contestant selection procedures has been verified”. In short, a cataclysm of satisfaction for those who needed it so much. Meanwhile the mocking headlines pour from impertinent pens, “Gentlemen like Weinstein”, “a new me too in gay sauce”, “and now, who will host the Big brother?”. Because in the end that’s all there is to it.
It doesn’t matter if it’s Christmas, New Year, the Befana, it doesn’t matter if inside the “news” there are human beings of flesh and blood and hearts, it doesn’t even matter if it’s true or not. What remains is only an illusory, unstoppable and infamous desire to exist. Or rather, not to be invisible.
