And truly, Ana Brnabic gave the impression of a modern and capable young woman, someone who could bring new energy, expertise, determination, and even courage into the stale backwater of Serbian government.

Zoran Kesic

It is completely irrelevant whether a politician is male or female if they are a moral, professional, capable person, ie. someone who contributes to the betterment of the nation through their activity.

Whether this politician stands or sits while peeing is completely irrelevant to every citizen, because citizens are (and I know them to their core) selfish and greedy creatures, who are mostly only interested in what is in their wallet and what is in their refrigerator.

Not to be confused, I count myself in this group too.

In that sense, we do not divide politicians to men and women, but to those whose peeing predispositions we’re not interested in, and those who persistently piss all over us.

This is what we should really be interested in, but one of the Serbian paradoxes is precisely the fact that the more they piss on us, the less we are interested in the pissing, and the less bothered about it we become.

Ana Brnabic, Serbian Prime minister, is the perfect example that there is no difference in whether a politician is a man or a woman if they are essentially Nothing.

Brnabic is not only a woman, but also a lesbian.

Very well done!

A double benefit from the get-go for the image of a state that, by appointing a woman and even an LGBT person at the head of the Government, presents itself to the world as a kind of liberal, cool, modern state in which human rights are respected, in which minority groups rejoice, sing and dance in the streets , and women proudly walk without being discriminated against, cursed, beaten, and killed and say ‘look at us, we are the most powerful people in the country’.

And truly, Ana Brnabic gave the impression of a modern and capable young women, someone who could bring new energy, expertise, determination, and even courage into the stale backwater of Serbian government.

But even more important than Ana’s private decision on how to pee and who to love was the fact that she is a non-partisan person, someone who was not obliged to slavishly, obediently, and slyly recite everything that’s agreed at party level and continuously flatter the president.

We sincerely hoped that at least someone would be different, that at least someone would resist the attractive force of that black hole called SNS, that at least someone would remain a man or a woman with a name, surname and  their own opinion, with an attitude and a voice in that mechanism of power.

And as much as we’d hoped, it ended up a bad marriage.

Pardon, it’s not actually a marriage yet, because Serbia still hasn’t adopted the law on same-sex partnerships.

Instead, we have a same-sex mascot at the head of  government.

It is possible that by entering high politics, a person renounces those banal, profane things that defined them before achieving political power (like ‘loves men’ or ‘loves women’), so Ana Brnabic was less and less recognised as a lesbian during her political mutation, and more and more seen as a ‘progressive’.

Her original likeable, almost touching confusion and stuttering in front of the camera was replaced by disciplined parrot-like repetition of daily and weekly party-tabloid mantras.

And as the Ana Brnabic’s PM mandate progressed, she became less and less professional and more and more painful.

Less and less modern, more and more moulded.

Less and less brave, more and more obedient.

Fewer and fewer women, more and more party members.

And finally, the symbolic act of the final transformation took place – Brnabic officially approached the party and melted into it comfortably, tucked away into the protected, secured, lubricated NOTHING.

There is no more woman in politics, no more lesbian at the head of the Government, there is the only option in this constellation of power in Serbia – a Nothing that falsely pretends to be at the head of something, and the Something is actually Nothing because all the decisions are made only and exclusively by Him.

Parliament plays the role of parliament and they’re tragicomically bad at it.

Ministers act as ministers, trying to secure another mandate with good acting.

Prime Minister Brnabic plays the Prime Minister, pretends to decide on something, unconvincingly and transparently calm when she says ‘we will do this and that’, because we will not do anything. He will.

And women in this kind of politics, just like men in this kind of politics are just packaging. String puppets. Mouth openers and trained command executors.

Slaves, robots and bots, dressed in the costumes of lesbians, patriots, technocrats, young academics, men, women – to continue the list, it doesn’t matter.

One day, this government will be replaced by another government.

What I can’t seem to imagine is whether Prime Minister Brnabic will at that moment cease to be party-member Brnabic.

Will she, freed from the obligation to serve her boss, come out of the closet as a person, regardless of her sexual orientation?

What happens to all those who have voluntarily renounced their own selves for the sake of the party collective, when everything goes to hell (and it inevitably will)?

Will we perhaps witness a different parade, a parade of all those who are obedient to one man today, and who will finally gather the courage tomorrow to say – ‘I no longer want to hide behind party membership, I no longer want to give up my opinion because of the official position, I will not tell lies because I was ordered to do so, I want to proudly say what I think…’

I imagine Ana Brnabic at the head of that parade.

I am afraid to imagine the citizens’ reaction to that parade.