Wanting to be Diane Keaton between Corona and Signorini

There are moments when one would like to hide under the sublime puritan wing of Manhattan’s Diane Keaton, and say like her “I’m from Philadelphia, we believe in God. Let’s not talk about these things.” And leave it at that, and avoid getting muddy with pop-media mysteries and pop-judicial inferences that are dirty stories “from the mattress to the bed base”, as he said in times when no one suspected a well-known digital media that was now very mainstream. It would be enough to say that between Fabrizio Corona and Alfonso Signorini, the mascariator and the mascariato, one wouldn’t know who to have a coffee with.

But dressing up as Diane Keaton isn’t enough, you make yourself look like half of Italy who, since they don’t watch “Falsissimo” or “GF” and instead read the newspapers and watch the news, are simply uninformed. They are silent. But you don’t think “straw tail”. And it’s not nice to be uninformed of the fact that Signorini is now under investigation for extortion and sexual violenceThat he had self-suspended from Mediasetand that Mediaset’s statement seemed like a sigh of relief. But we who read the mainstream wouldn’t know that the mascariator had been searched before the mascariato, because as the great Masneri beautifully wrote, bed and sofa stories are “the only sector where the burden of proof really lies with the prosecution”. Even without being from Philadelphia, Italy is the country that deserves its courts more than its sofas.

• Maurizio Crippa

• “Maurizio Crippa, deputy director, was born in Milan on 27 February of swallows and spring. It was 1961. He grew up in Monza, his Heimat, but for more than twenty years he has been a proud metropolitan Milanese. He attended classical high school and graduated in History of Cinema, his first love. Then there are the loves of a lifetime: Inter, the mountains, Jannacci and Neil Young. He works in the Milan editorial team and takes care a bit of everything: about politics, when he can, about church when he wants. He is happy to have two great Popes, Francis and Benedict. He hasn’t written books (“why write bad new books when there are still so many good old books to read?”, Sandro Fusina taught him).

  He is responsible for the weekly page of the Foglio GranMilano, writing Contro Mastro Ciliegia every day on the front page. He has a wife, Emilia, and two sons, Giovanni and Francesco, who are no longer children”