Problemos Page #2

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during your period.

It seems to...

Where are you going, Victor?

Women's circle?

I thought it was the Let-Go workshop.

For you,

periods concern only women?

I didn't say that,

but it's more a women's problem...

It's a problem?

So you should stay.

Periods are not a problem.

All right. It's not what I...

It's an expression.

Sanitary pads.

Despite being an ecological disaster,

as irresponsible as using baby-wipes...

Like big p*ssy wipes.

Yeah, so they pollute.

But I think

it's another Babylonian method

to inferiorize us as women

by making us wear diapers.

It's unacceptable. We agree?

Thanks.

You can't leave the circle early.

I thought it was over.

People clapped.

It's not.

You can sit.

I'll signal you when it's over.

You may learn something.

So we can do without tampons.

But why?

Because the vagina is a muscle.

We can contract it.

Like the bladder, with urine flow,

we can control our blood flow.

The bladder, a muscle?

I'm not sure.

Yes, it's a muscle.

I don't think so.

Yes.

I was taught differently at school.

That place for reproducing inequality

and propagating bourgeois culture?

Just a place to be taught.

To be taught elitist culture?

Not much of an elite in kindergarten.

He learned everything

in kindergarten.

Drop it. No big deal.

To get back to Gaya,

I already practice natural evacuation.

I still have some untimely discharge,

I see my period differently now.

I started to love it.

To wait for it.

Impatiently!

- So nice.

- Like me with my poop.

I suggest we sing.

I love my period

It connects me to the moon

I love my period

when it's brown I do not frown

I love my period

No one will knock me down.

I have a real problem to share.

My p*ssy stinks.

Ever try a hibiscus poultice?

- No.

- Try.

You can even let it brew

all night inside you.

Thanks, Gaya.

It's about time that men and women

finally become equals in society.

Because you can tell they're equals.

It makes me...

They're equals.

No use trying to make us believe

they're not equals,

because they're equals.

That era is over with!

It spoils my life.

First thing in the morning.

Last thing I think in the morning.

In the afternoon, surprise!

First thing I think.

And it's the first thing I think

in late afternoon.

- It's fine, doudou.

- No. Yes, doudou.

I think about it.

Don't worry, doudou.

Is the women's circle almost over?

Excuse me.

Exactly what workshop are we in now?

Thanks, Patrice.

No more topics.

It bothers me

that Victor expects me to wax.

I find it outdated.

- So we bring that up here?

- Why not?

Do you still make love?

We never make love...

I mean, very rarely.

Of course sex is hard

with your impositions.

We have no sexual problems.

I have nothing against body hair.

Why not? There are even bearded women.

Your aunt.

Our impositions?

Exclusiveness.

Yeah, we're a couple.

"A couple."

Victor, wouldn't you be more satisfied

if you could make love with other women?

Here? I mean...

It's a question...

And you?

- What?

- I mean do you...

No. It's no?

For us, it's no.

You're thinking twice?

I'm taken by surprise.

I never considered it.

You should.

Polyamory.

- Yeah?

- We practice it here.

It's our choice.

It's not us... We don't practice it.

Why don't we go to the workshop

to see how...

What the hell?

We live the workshop.

Come to the barricade.

Attack?

I don't know. Come!

We're talking...

- Screw you. I hate you!

- Why?

So what about polyamory?

- Honestly...

- Wanna try?

I'm exhausted.

N...

- Really?

- No, I'm fine.

There's nothing.

Not a soul.

Maybe we won at the town council.

Maybe they gave up.

Maybe it's a trap.

Just an act, so we disperse.

We leave, let down our guard,

they plow in and we're f***ed.

A Trojan horse!

- Without a horse.

- Exactly.

Well anyway,

cops or not, nothing's changed.

Our presence

isn't just a protest movement.

Let's show them

that we can live differently!

Sing, nightingale, sing...

Victor and I wanted to tell you...

being here is helping our daughter.

If you all don't mind,

we'd like to spend

2 weeks with you.

2 or 1. Yes, it's nice here,

but maybe 5 days... 3 or 4.

It'd be nice

if you consulted with me first.

So we'll be staying 2 or 3 days

and thanks for having us.

I won't go back

to my city bubble either.

My wife is speaking the truth.

We're sick of the consumer bubble

they make us live in.

Ever try to leave a supermarket?

How Babylonian!

Going in is easy, but there's no exit.

Entrance, no exit.

Yes, it's written. Usually it...

Depends on the place,

but the ones I go to have exit signs.

My wife and I have a real problem.

We're constantly solicited nonstop,

like the last time.

We buy cereal

because we need cereal, fine.

But next we go by the fish aisle.

What do we buy?

Fish. Meat aisle?

Meat. We buy it. We have 2 freezers.

So we freeze it.

It's awful.

Then a lady gives you some melon.

It's good melon.

Sure it's good.

What do we do? Buy two good melons.

It's endless.

And potato chips, doudou.

Chips? Old-fashioned chips.

Good point!

Old-fashioned chips. "New recipe."

More like a new scam!

Old-fashioned!

Usually old potato chips are soft,

not crunchy.

With these, you open the bag,

a "new" bag and they're crunchy.

Didn't something weird happen?

Surprisingly crunchy.

Isn't there a small problem?

I don't get... What was your point?

It's tampered with.

They add crunch.

Okay-

We're staying.

It's true.

But we know it.

We must forbid the use of cell phones

on the terrain.

We're all responsible

for each other, Maeva.

Patrice is electro-sensitive.

We must help.

Even with protection,

I still have headaches.

You see? Thanks for him.

Thanks, Gaya.

This is what I think. It's true,

cell phones are Babylonian.

But forbidding them is oppressive.

I agree.

Totally.

Not having a cell

didn't hinder my success.

And Claude's a shaman, okay?

- So do we agree?

- I'm with Gaya.

Everyone.

Thanks, Maeva.

Time to shut it off.

What? This isn't school!

Everyone agreed.

What a pain.

You're being tough.

Her generation grew up with cells.

Like us with books.

Don't get worked up.

I'll throw away my phone.

Everyone quit Twitter!

The ones left obsess about panda mix.

So boring!

"Chemical panda mix"...

They misspell "panda mix'.

No one can spell on Twitter!

Victor hates Twitter.

I have twitters. I like it.

You have twitters?

So what if panda mix is chemical?

Better than nothing!

At least they're feeding pandas!

Hold on... "Pandemic."

Excuse me?

Not "panda mix".

Pandemic!

A f***ing pandemic!

There's a f***ing pandemic!

You're so dumb.

She's totally dumb.

Don't shout.

- Big difference!

- I didn't know the word!

No way!

It began 2 weeks ago

in Venezuela.

It spread fast.

No signals anywhere,

even in Russia.

You really believe news

you read on internet? No way...

It's the end of humanity.

Relax, we have internet!

You're depressive!

It's a natural catastrophe.

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