I have a few bones to pick about the Philippine people today.
Please bear with me…while this sounds like a scathing scolding from a saucy white shithead, I assure my gentle Filipino readers that I have your best interests and future cultural evolution at heart.
Also, another warning….in my previous blog posts, I have refrained from utilizing my ‘helping verbs’ (aka, my sailor-mouth)…today, this stops.
My writing for White Chocolate Hills Resort’s blog is perfectly professional and cuss-free.
When I write in my own blog, I don’t want to feel like a secretary writing a press release.
This is personal shit, I will utilize my personal voice from here on.
Those that are offended by the use of ‘bad’ words can please visit my more professional side, right here.
Back to the matter in mind.
In the last few months, I have had the pleasure of meeting many Filipinos, from every class distinction except ‘Elite, super-rich’ folks….though I know I will eventually get to meet them as well, since I’ve already been at one-remove from their world.
The one common thread I’ve felt is the Spirit and natural culture of the Philippine people….genuinely kind, helpful, good-humored, loyal and playful…with a mind-blowing, unshakeable optimism and determination to smile even if your whole world is burning to the ground.
While they’re great traits to have….in these modern times, it’s starting to drive the whole country onto hell’s highway.
Let me elaborate.
I was reading an article that said that Filipinos have onion-thin skin, and for no good reason…that there was nothing to be proud of in Filipino culture, and in fact, that the Philippines has no actual culture of their own in the first place.
I read a comment on the article…someone mentioned that they wanted to take pride in their heritage…but didn’t know what their heritage or culture consisted of.
I read countless articles that say the Philippines has ‘Nationalism by proxy’…being proud to be Filipino when watching Pacquiao or beauty queens and entertainers take the world stage.
I hear countless Filipinos who say America is their greatest ally and coolest friend, and that they want to move overseas to Canada to get a good job, and that they wish that their skin could be whiter, and that they love God and the church.
I see Filipinos get insulted and yelled at and talked about in front of their faces by arrogant, ignorant foreign visitors, and never sticking up for themselves.
I see young women with old men constantly.
I see people here who clean the shit out of their employees buildings/restrooms/kitchens/houses…..yet throw their leftover food on their own kitchen’s floors and never clean their own bathrooms.
I see Filipinos who are obsessed with taking showers and dousing themselves in smelly perfumes and hair products…yet don’t sweep their floors or pick up their trash from the side of the road.
I see everyone talking about being healthy and eating and having nutritious food and cooking well…..yet bleached, white rice is eaten for every single meal, and eating raw vegetables and plants is looked upon as crazy-talk from a wackadoo.
Now excuse me for being an idealistic, insane white foreign bitch, but The Philippine people need to stop sucking the tits of the West, and discover their roots again.
Cut the colonial shit, people….it’s fucked up.
I recently researched ancient Philippine traditional tattoo techniques….orange or calamansi thorn tattooing….and I gave myself a small tattoo on my wrist.
Five or six of the people I showed said that it was ugly, and that women who have tattoos take drugs.
When I told them that they were full of shit, and that before the Spanish and Church people brainwashed them, every Philippine warrior worth anything had tattoos….I was straight-up ignored or told I was wrong.
Somehow in another conversation, the subject of bras came up.
I mentioned that pre-colonial Filipinas didn’t wear bras or shirts, and Lord how The People Doth Looked At Me With Incredulous Eyeballs. I was like…’Well, what?! It’s true, and these days, the men STILL don’t wear shirts…why the hell do women have to wear them now?’
Because some white fucker on a boat got here and felt ashamed that he couldn’t control his fucking penis?
Speaking of penises and boobs, The Philippines also needs to be completely re-taught about sex and sexuality.
Again, Pre-colonial times, the Filipino people were highly sexually progressive, taught their children about sex, and naturally maintained monogamous relationships…with a few exceptions in the Muslim territories, where polygamy was considered okay.
Nowadays, talking about sex is so taboo its literally retarded….condoms are seen as gross and unnecessary….’pulling out’ is seen as an effective birth control method….gay people are ok, but only if you’re flaunting it or obvious about it….men cheating on women is seen as ‘concubinage’ but women cheating on men can land you in fucking jail for two years….the woman’s place is still in the bed and in the kitchen….if a woman is single, it’s seen as a character flaw….if a man is single, he’s a stud.
(That part isn’t so different than the West, I admit)
If a woman is sexually active, or wants anything more than a vanilla sex life, they’re seen as flawed….yet women are encouraged to dance, dress and act sexy, provocative, and to be frank…slutty.
Again…..we really need to stop emulating the West.
It’s destroying the country…it’s harming the people, it’s decimating the culture, and your previous knowledge and way of living is about to go extinct.
I personally suggest a re-naming of our entire country….The Philippines was named for one of our Spanish Colonizers….let’s begin the tidal wave of change and progression by establishing our own, unique culturally-relevant name.
Let me refresh your mind a little bit.
Be proud of the fact that pre-colonialism, you have an amazing culture rich in progress and steeped in mystery.
Pre-colonial Philippine people knew everything there was to know about agriculture, herbal medicine, irrigation, and cloth-making.
They had extensive, and impressive knowledge of ducks and animal husbandry.
Your pre-colonial art of war is fascinating…and deadly effective.
Your warrior spirit is impeccable, and unshakeable.
DO NOT FORGET your warriors.
Your ability to learn languages and communicate with other cultures is outstanding.
Pre-Colonial times shows that you knew about Sanskrit, Malay, Javanese, and many others.
Your natural abilities to navigate direction could rival anyone in the world, and your people were among the very first to travel on the ocean to trade with other people.
There are many, many reasons to be proud of being a Filipino.
Go back to the roots….if you forget your roots…..your branches will rot.
I think that’s all for now, folks…this is getting long-winded, and I’m getting pissed off.