A Flávio, Luana Piovani says, is a guy who looks measured around other people and then shows his real face near friends who cheer it on. Sarcastic, a silencer of others, violent, never answers a question, extremely prejudiced. That prince act is classic abusive relationship material, and the payoff only lands once he's got the power he was after. Only he gets to talk, and at the first chance he's asking a woman to hang in there. She doesn't skip the resume either. Flávio Bolsonaro is the lawyer who defended the police officer accused of killing a five-year-old child, so she asks: is this the man defending you, a mother? Your kids? He cannot be let near the presidency. She also cops to having met a Flávio herself, still tastes how bitter that was, and figures the odds are good you've been through it too, since most women unfortunately have. You're not alone out here, she calls it welcome and complicity, not a fan club, this is about democracy. No need for the L hand sign. Whoever cares about women votes 13, because with Flávio, women lose.