Kwento ni Emmet

P and I were chatting the other night about a Pinoy writer who, being fortunate enough to have the means to spend a vacation abroad (Greece, I think), had to be a crashing bore and a pathetic arrogant showoff to boot - her account of her plane trip was full of how annoyed she was to share coach class with many Pinoy OFWs (overseas foreign workers) with their 'working class' perfume and incessant chatter.

Not surprisingly the article aroused indignation not just among OFWs but non-OFW folk. I told P that I found the writer just too laughable and pretentious, so clearly a nouveau riche wannabe, she wasn't worth my indignation. Although I could understand how outraged many were.

But this overseas migration, this is a modern tragedy. Marami nang nasulat tungkol dito, ayoko na halos magdagdag pa kasi ang sakit isipin minsan. Pero nabasa ko ito at nakakaiyak uli. Bihirang Pinoy siguro ang walang kakilalang Emmet.

Facts of life

I was told the other day that some kids were calling my goddaughter E some very cruel names that had to do with her appearance and I was thinking to myself, God I’d like to slap those kids silly and oh my poor baby girl but then I realised that this is the way life is, this is the way many kids are, little savages who know just how to wound and will do so when they sense the slightest weakness just like sharks scenting blood, this is why kindergarten and grade school all the way to uni can be such hell. None of which will help E because the fact is in many situations you have to almost be preemptively the bitch, but what a difficult thing to learn when you’re only nine and have always always been completely loved and protected by your family and never needed to suit up in armour.

I still want to slap those thoughtless kids silly.

Public service announcement

In case you were wondering..

Having rejoined the workforce after traipsing around for a year, La Corsaire is still in a state of shock but hopes to recover in a few more weeks.