Beyond being part of my own Holy Trinity, there was no other common denominator that – at first glance – made me relate Bad Gyal with Nora Ephron. Not until the reading ofMixed salad (La Otra Editorial, 2025) –the series of essays that the writer wrote in the 70s on women and feminism– and the viewing of The Jewel, Alba Farelo's documentary about her latest album. Breasts, I suddenly thought. This turns out to be what these two geniuses have in common. Small, non-hegemonic breasts, which have contributed to their enormous sense of irony, and which represent the umpteenth reason to reflect on them. It's not that either of them tries to pretend this topic doesn't matter to them. On the contrary: both turn breasts and their size into such a transcendent issue that they end up emptying them of meaning. This is where the subversion I aspire to in life lies.