Why am I even there?

This is the part where one faces reality as a cruel trap--on the brink of our collapse. Amidst all distractions and temporary glory, we have to painfully cling to our ideals.

Trophy Girlfriend

Since it’s International Women’s Month, I want to open the issue of being a trophy girlfriend—since sexual misogyny is already a cliché. Or maybe not? Millenials (like me haha) are already posing fake illusory image on social media that we have a good life—“perfect” relationship goals, as they say. There are women out there who WANTS to be a trophy girlfriend, anyway—that it’s perfectly fine to be loved as an object since they are, ahem, ready to be objectified. I guess it’s not about men ALL THE TIME. Perhaps, we need a social reconstruction.

This month, let’s try to educate young girls to never use their body for temporary hookups—that we are more than the infamous “shoot her in the vagina” argument. Girls can be lawyers. Teachers. Astronauts. Writers.

Boys, my two cents please.

DISCLAIMER: Di ako nakikiuso just for the heck of it. Kolehiyala pa lang ako, feminist na ‘ko. But no, I ain’t a femi-NAZI. Oh! By the way, girls can also wear whatever they want. Baka sabihin nyo body-shaming-power-trip-shitty post ito. Hindi po.

On Mocha Uson

Sabi nila, ang argument ng iba, somebody has to be given a second chance regardless of her past lifestyle, that we are all judgmental jerks and we should give Mocha another shot.

Pero dude, hindi nga sya exotic dancer, naging political prostitute naman sya. Bayaran pa rin. Never had a personal opinion; she will defend the administration whatever the cost of her twisted logic. GANUN PA RIN NAMAN. I have yet to see a Mocha blog entry that despises or criticizes the President. Ang bias diba? Hindi ba sila nagkakasala? Hindi ba nagkakamali ang bansang 'to?

Let’s end this once and for all: her present, actually, has no difference at all. Iba nga lang ng platform.