Archive for November, 2007
Yip. Didn’t go to AME because of storm paranoia, and laziness. (valid!)
What’d I miss? (excluding time with Luthien, hanging out with Deng, or hanging out with the Devourer of ALL chikins.)
I saw a copy of “The Secret” at St. Francis Square. El – Oh – El
(This is best-read with an open mind and maybe some salty snack with an ice-cold beverage … or a smoke!)
I had this article idea in my head on relating how men and women see each other, … and my respondents say it can’t be done, as long as I have personal attachment to the topic. My attachment being my interest in my current and future relationships with women in / and soon to be in my life.
[I firmly believe that you can’t not be subjective when it comes to most things (everything for me, gonzo, baby!) — and relationships can’t be different. Humble enough to hear out (and mostly block, in favor of my own beliefs) other people’s ideas, I asked a question.]
“What do men’s magazines contain?”
The usual — articles on booze, cars, video games, gadgets … and pictures of women in skimpy outfits.
“Do men think that those pictures are what’s ‘sexy’?”
Yes. (But why?)
“Does it represent what a woman’s sexuality is all about?”
No. (Says, the respondent, and I concur.)
Now I think that’s where most men (including me, yes) fail — we live in the shadow of social programming stereotypes set by cavemen. “Sexuality” is a charged word — it’s loaded with all sorts of meaning, but when asked what it is for both men and women, I couldn’t come up with a clear, concise answer. I was raised by tv, movies, and magazines to think that legs, boobs, and butts are sexy. That, in my adolescent years, cleavage lines tickle me funny, and would cause naughty peeks of adoration. (But when you think about it, it’s just a line.) And that innuendos and indecent proposals for the commodities (da sex-ay lady parts) are a step into actually getting to them is forever written off.
So what conclusion do I end up with? I find that compassion works best. Men, underneath all the testosterone are just people. So are women, underneath the social pressure of how they’re supposed to act, they’re just people.
I did mention that men fail because of not knowing the distinction, and where exactly do men fail? (And just how many questions am I raising, and how many question marks am I putting in?) Men fail with most of their relationships (at present and future) with women because we see them through cavemen-social-programming lenses.
That, they (women) are fulfillers of men’s fantasies. That, women have power over men. That, there are feminists and chauvinists, when men have power as well.
(And by this point, the respondent (two become one) says something about taking years to get this all together. Though her (uy, babae!) participation has given me a glimpse of what motivates, empowers and enlighten women. And yes, I’ve started the last three sentences and a couple more above with a conjunction.)
So what’s my final say? Be compassionate with everybody. Men and women, both are people on the inside, regardless of social programming. Spend time with the opposite gender, find out what motivates them to do what they do. Find out why they worry about something that you think is stupid. (It’s easy to dismiss something as stupid when we know nothing about it. Obviously I didn’t get the point why women fret over broken nails.) Find a way to break the social programming barrier, and you’re in touch with the real person — and isn’t that a pretty major breakthrough?
And I could be wrong. Coming from a 22-year old, someone older or wiser must’ve tried to crack this nut long before I was born, but as long as there’s someone to dispute my beliefs then I’m happy. Having gotten my beliefs challenged by the respondent has shown me that when you elicit someone’s values, that’s as good as getting in touch with the person inside, (making it subjective!) and as long as I’m alive with women like that, then I can say it’s a joy to have to live through this little idea, because that shows equal effort on both sides, making that small step to equality in women and men via person-to-person respect.
This link from hukayy (yihee) cracked me up. (Lily Allen’s just fourth???!)
Plus, if you’ve seen/heard the new Urbandub song “Guillotine,” — there’s just tons of bitterness in music right now. (Plus, there’s this whole boy-meets-girl-both-get-bitter-and-try-to-beat-the-shit-out-of-each-other theme for the video. The last scenes involve the boy and girl from fist fight to saddistic make-out.)
And the US just came up with TakeTV.
Last Saturday, my cousin was able to obtain an interesting piece of hardware — the A.C.E. DVD player! Like Iggy’s Orange DVD player, it plays “questionable” DVDs and DivX files (on-disc or USB).
BUT WAIT, there’s more! — It also displays images, plays mp3s and (supposedly) supports mp4!
IT DOESN’T STOP THERE! — If you have foreign films with .srt subtitles files, it also supports it as well!
HOLD YOUR HORSES! — If you have cbr/cbz files and a big enough display, it throws out the pages from the archives and displays ’em like normal images!
If the TakeTV (which is a USB drive + DivX decoder, in a nut shell) costs $100-$150, you will be shocked that my cousin got it for not 1,500, not 1,400, BUT ONE THOUSAND AND ONE HUNDRED PESOS only! (Thank you Quiapo!)
And here’s the rant part: as amazing as those features are, my one complaint for the A.C.E. is that it just looks tacky.
Like most Asia-made gadgets, it combines most of the features you’d want into one device, but it would still look like crap. I’ve seen megapixel-cameras-slash-USB-drives-slash-mini-mp3-divx-players with 2-inch lcd screens made with tacky, overly-shiny faux-chrome plastic — take note, its also branded “SONY.”
I mean, some company must’ve labored hours on creating “innovative” (hax!) mash-up devices like DivX/DVD players, cellphone-tv combos, mp3 players and digital cameras doubling as portable video-players, so why not establish their own brand? (or hire design people?) The existence of the mash-up devices (and fake shoes/bags) show that these companies CAN make something pretty useful. We already live in a continent where piracy is king; why not compete with the big boys and not dwell on being so third world-ly?
It’s pretty easy, when the person sitting next to you is so beautiful, that she could be a part-time model.
(Oh, and there’s the thinking part too, which involves questioning EVERYTHING.)