So, I discovered today that the tag #meiriademasiado has become the rage in twitter thanks to a pseudo-documentary made by a bunch of Monteávila University students "discussing" the phenomenon of Venezuelan emigration (truefax: most of the emigrants here are those with higher education, more often than not petro-engineers who poroper doing petro-engineering on Colombia and Brazil, while the ones who are not are creating cybercafes in Panama Cita and Areperas in Miami and Weston, Florida, USA).
Apparently, acording with Xondra and Ms. Bucarito, two of my contacts in Facebook (and several others in the internet), the thing was ridiculous from beginning to end. They apparently had the serious intention of discussing a serious problem (because the fact remains that the smarter and the most instructed and educated are leaving the country in a monumental and justified ragequit), but instead they unintentionally came as a bunch of overprivileged white rich kids whining about not being really able to be White Rich kids with impunity in this disordered, hyperviolent, backwater country. Very well cinematographe and editedd, through, but still. Because even in this country with a lousy internet connection most of the connected people are not White Rich Overprivileged Kids, the response has been swift and brutal, even going into cyberbulling. At the time of this posting, the video has became "private" aka to all effects out of the internet.
On itself, this affair is quite revealing the exact state of the class relationships in Venezuela, why we are where we are and the reasons why I nurse the secret desire of the utter annihilation of this sorry land and every and each one soul actually inhabiting it, moi included (not a rare inclination if you do a superficial analysis of certain literature made by migrated natives, mind you).
Now, I'm not going to lie, I'm very privileged compared with the 90% of the population, in that I finished High school, got an actual degree from a very prestigious (and sorta posh) private university that my mother paid for me (granted, I has on Scholarship for most of the time, but still), I know English in a level above "Ai can tolk Guachinton tú", I live in an actual home (not a slum) and have an actual job in something in the "formal" sector (not in the "Informal" sector aka street vendors), and I somehow managed to have arrived to my third decade unmarried, unpregnant and childless (and believe me, in this country that takes some kind of merit, even if it's NEET merit). I 'm kinda weaboo and sushi loving, and I eat out at least once each two weeks. I have Cable (even if I don't watch TV anymore) and a kickass computer with (kinda lousy) internet connection. And still, when I saw pics of the young people who did this docu-thingie, my first thought was "Estos carajitos sifrinos seguro que nunca se han montado en un porpuesto en su vida", these posh kids surely never have used
(what it pass for) public transportation in their sorry life. A thing that I do every day of my life, because I can't afford a vehicle (and even if I could I'd then get trapped in the infernal traffic jams of this city). I work in a different municipality than the one I live and I spend at least one hour in the bus (in a travel with takes 25 minutes top with not traffic), and I'm kinda lucky because one girl in the office lives in another state and has to get out of her house at 5:30 am if she wants to arrive to the office at 9 o'clock, and that, if the road didn't got closed by a protest or a mud-slide or something like that. The ones in the video I could swear the only time that had been out of the very posh Caracas area they live and study was the times they go to the Maiquetía International Airport to go to visit their aunt in Miami on school break.
I know isn't nice to criticize a bunch of young twenty-somethings just for being White Overpriviliged Rich Kids who go to a posher uni than the one I'm a egressed from, who were trying to analyze a sensitive theme the best they could, even if that was a epic fail who rubbed everyone the wrong way and made everyone included yours truly to bring out their internal nángara PSUV-member. Seriously, even in your Reddest Chavista neighborhood there is someone with migrant intention, someone whose hottest desire is "irse pal' coño", no matter where, as long as they are outside this bakwards land, because even living miserably abroad washing W.C. and having no Harina Pan it's still a better life than what they could get here. You could say everything you want about the assholes antimigration who want to stop the brown people from below the Rio Grande with guns, but, honestly, they give us less fear than the typical bus mugger in any urban route. At least in el norte there are people genuinely willing to put a leash on the armed racist assholes. Here, the Red Tribe and the Maximum Leader let over a decade using the "oh, but as long as they do it to give foods to their kids and support the Revolution" justification until realizing that, oops, there now are as many murders (both from criminals and towards them) as vehicular-related deaths, and probably now the murders numbers are getting higher, and that's not counting the vast web of underreported muggings and kidnappings and name your crime here because more often that not the Police are the criminals.
Even then, the fact remains that those youths, unintentionally, revealed themselves as the same king of elite people mocked with the character of Maria Alejandra López, the crazy antichavista old lady who can't see herself out of their limited circle of friend from La Lagunita and El Cafetal (two of the posher Caracas Neighborhood) who the lovely folks of El Chigüire Bipolar use as a placeholder of all the real people of that Ilk, the overindignated who only knows what they watch in Globovision, and sometimes not even that. They were probably were well intentioned, that's a fact, but poor kids probably hadn't interacted with people out of their social circle and don't know how is life for the rest of Venezuelans, even those who don't feel like that, who don't live in El Este, the kind of kid that genuinely feel sorry for me for not having a daddy who could buy me a car and a iPad and clothes from some brand only found in malls and pay for my wedding and the initial of my first apartment. It's the same vibe that María Corina Machado gave when she was a presidential pre-candidate in the Mesa de la Unidad: I'm sure that she's probably one of the most intelligent person in the political environment of the country (at least smarter that all the women from the Red side and her spiritual Predecessor Irene Saez (summed) she looked) but the lady has a too-sifrina-for-her-own-good air around her, not really airhead but not really normal-people connected. At least Capriles Radosky had pics of himself waist deep in flood water.
In conclusion, I still want to watch the video, even while knowing that, if I watch it and I manage to remember their faces, when the country finally implodes and the zombie hordes begin to devour everybody, I'lll push them before trowing myself. or just drop them in the middle of La Vega slums with the exact mount of money for the buses/Metro tickets until their homes, and an extra bit for the inevitable bus peddler.