D old man *is cranky again and I “very” like what he had to say about “the society pages”.
“The society pages are where you can see colored pictures of million-peso weddings with the bride and groom attended by their equally richly attired ensemble. The bride, who is not necessarily beautiful even with trying-hard make-up, will be wearing a costly gown designed by a pansy couturier; the groom will be opulent if not handsome or a potential heir of also squandered wealth. They will have some six or a dozen sets of sponsors, most of them from the higher levels of government or business. The cost of the also flaunted reception could feed a starving “barangay” [village].
Even the couples celebrating their golden wedding anniversaries engage in similar braggadocio and spend even more than they did when they first exchanged marriage vows. They are more prosperous now and have more fortune to display. The “lola” [grandmother] wears an elegant “terno” [native gown], pure-white as when she was an innocent virgin, and her exhausted partner has less hair now but more paunch. The grandchildren are either ring bearers or junior bridesmaids, and all must join the family picture to be published in the society pages.
The phrase “society pages” is a generic term to describe the excessive surplusage in the newspapers, especially on weekends, announcing the flamboyant lifestyles of the rich and famous; also include the not so rich but also want to be famous. The ladies will be photographed in exquisite dresses and the gentlemen in the latest style barongs for the admiration of their yokel devotees. Coming-out parties of debutantes are now pass‚, replaced with foreign travels, but the “rigodon” is still shuffled by the over-aged and are also dutifully published by the society editors. The purpose may be to show that the oldies are also successful in other youthful attempts.”
* from Isagani Cruz’ Sunday INQ7.net Opinion column; read it all by clicking the link “old man” , it’s liberating.
In the spirit of crankiness, I decided to throw acid today (minsan lang naman ‘to) ilag na lang kayo.
Meet the acid-thrower. Her eyes huge and intent, the bowl of bubbling acid in her hand represents those supposedly feminine failings of hysteria and jealousy; of envy and spite and ill will; and pure woman madness.
Silang BnBsS
Di mo talaga maamin
Na kinokopya mo lang
Ang resipi ng nilagang baka
Ni aling Nora Daza
Kailangan ba talaga
Na laging may gimik ka?
Para lalong bumilib sila?
ano pa ba ang gusto mo?
Sabi ng ilang eksperto
Ang taong namamaga ang ego
Kulang na kulang ang talagang totoo.
Bakit mo ba ipinagmamalake
Ang imong bagong eskaparate?
As if naman nag-ke keyr kame
Pero nakakaaliw hehehehe…
Sige ilagay mo, idisplay mo
Lahat ng pekchurs mo
Sa bawat estante
Sure ka ba sa iyong fertilite
Kasi muka ka talagang lalake.
Anak ng araw, bungang araw
Nangangati na ako sa kauulit mo
Na magaling ka at espesyal
Parepareho naman ang mga quotations mo
At wala ng original sa iyong kuro-kuro.
Di ka ba nagbabasa ng sinusulat ng iba?
Para naman maliwanagan ka.
Pero hanga ako sa ‘yo, akala mo
Kasi pinipilit mo talaga
Na gawin kahit beyond the beyond
Na ng iyong kapasidad
Na marami namang butas.
Ano naman kaya talaga
Ang feedback ng mga otoridad?
