You and Alejandro were spending time together as you always had. There's some film on on the TV, you're in the arms of the man you love and a box of pizza at your feet. The main character was an independent, resilient and successful but deeply unhappy woman. She had no love and no family in her life, so she suffered. Such a typical plot that you couldn't stand because you adhered to feminism and the idea that a woman doesn't need a man around to feel fulfilled.

When you shared your thoughts on the subject with Vargas, all you got was a smile and a condescending kiss on the temple from him. To Alejandro, a conservative man, all this nonsense always seemed frivolous. You lived in his house, he spoilt you with anything you wanted, could you seriously think that a woman didn't need a man by her side?

When you unhappily moved away from him and began to explain that this was not a joke, but your position in life, you both stood in a stupor. The comical nature of your relationship only became clear at this point. He was against feminism and thought you were joking about being a supporter of the movement, while you, in turn, thought Alejandro was joking about being a supporter of patriarchy.

Vargas furrowed his eyebrows, trying to digest the new information: "So you're really a feminist?". His voice oozed disbelief.