Sunday, March 08, 2015

Parenting: Some People Need To Be Castrated

I started working in a call center about a month ago. You see, after seven years of being a freelancer, I thought a change of environment and an opportunity to network and build contacts once again is necessary. So I signed up for a seasonal account selling goodies on the phone and helping people make choices on what gift to send. What I like about this is that for a short time I get to socialize with people and also get to talk to different individuals on the telephone. Years of being a freelancer and concentrating on mainly codes and programs can get isolating. This short change was a welcome one.

But there are a few instances while on the telephone that I am reminded why I quit the call center industry in the past and why I detest most people and hold the opinion that many do not deserve to have kids. Some of these people should have no right to have children nor be allowed to pass their genes (and stupidity) in any way possible as they have the personality of a mega bitch and fucking dickwad and will most probably raise little monsters that grow up to be psychotic morons that populate our precious planet.

Case in point. I received a phone call and the prompt was supposed to be a sales call. While saying my opening spiel, this guy immediately interrupted me and asked "So shut up for a bit, are you a call center agent?" in my mind I was saying, "Well, duh, sir. I'm actually a Power Ranger but this time I'm just taking calls."

I just said, "Yes" and then he immediately said, "Wait a minute. I want you to talk to my little daughter because I want her to know how you sound like."

Image found on the net. Does not represent the actual caller nor his daughter.
Just so you dear readers know, you get all sorts of requests on the telephone which borders from the ho-hum to the bizarre. This one didn't sound bad at all so I said, "Sure sir!" and patiently waited on the phone for his daughter.

Then all of a sudden a sweet, young voice of a child probably four or five chimed in on the other end and she said "Hello!" in a very bubbly voice. Wanting to make a good impression on the child, I said "Hi there!" in my most friendly, perky manner. Then I heard the father saying, "Give me the telephone now, you heard her. See, that's how a loser sounds like." Then I heard the father on the line again saying, "I just wanted my daughter to hear what a loser sounds like." then he hung up.

This incident, although just short and could easily be dismissed as something harmless, made me think for quite some time. Did that moron of a father actually thought that he was setting a fine example for his daughter? Instead of raising his child to be a well-rounded, respectful, and kind individual he has set an example that it is fine to look down on another human being. He set the example that just because someone sounds different on the telephone or probably doing a job which he thinks is beneath him, then it is already fine to berate an individual. Thank you gentleman for teaching your daughter to be an entitled person who looks down on their fellow human being who is just trying to earn their keep doing a decent job, sir. I can only hope that when your daughter grows up, she will realize what a pathetic thing you did and would turn out to be a better individual.

This also made me appreciate my father even more and miss him so much. Even though he was a poor man who grew up in a third world country, he would also remind us that all people need to be respected. He was the man who taught me to stand up for myself and be strong. He never tolerated when we would act like snotty brats and would always take the time to talk to my brother and I whenever he can. Thank you papa for your life lessons.

As for the moron who did that "prank" and was probably proud of himself for having pulled a "smart one". Give yourself a pat on the back sir. This might be your biggest life achievement of all. *claps*

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Bench Underwear Show Controversy

All the butthurt people who are expressing their outrage over Bench's Underwear Show Controversy should take a chill pill and shut up already.
Reverse the genders of the two portrayed in that photograph and the media as well as the rest of the world would hail it as a picture promoting female empowerment. The hypocrisy of all this "outrage" expressed makes me laugh.



Madonna dragging a man around with a leash and gag on.

The Spice Girls dragging men around on stage.
Rihanna with Perez Hilton (gossip columnist) dragging him around.
Coco Martin doing the same thing and all of a sudden it is sexism!
The term "bastos" (lewd) that has been carelessly tossed about in the whole comment section of Rappler's story (the site which I first read this story) has no meaning here. What you, as an individual, may deem as "bastos" may be fine with another.
It was an UNDERWEAR SHOW, call it the local less-sexy counterpart of a Victoria's Secret runway display. Prudes who don't want to see anything that "offends" their sensitivities should stay home and watch the 700Club or something. Nobody is forcing anyone to go to these kinds of shows.
Minors are not allowed to go in too, so your outrage over such displays and it ruining the future of the children of this nation is unfounded and rather ridiculous.

Empowered women can do whatever they please, that includes participating in S&M shows, being dragged around while on a leash, and whatever else come to mind.


Many are expressing anger over the fact that it was a female that was put on a leash. So fucking what?! Apparently the woman who was tied to the leash was okay with said act. So that said, the two parties that are involved in this little number gave their consent. That's all that matters.

It was an art show promoting a brand and the theme they decided to present showcased the S&M fantasy, which many women are supposedly are so crazy about especially with the showing of that 50 Shades of Gray movie. That's the trend for the time being. These shows bank on trends.

Coco Martin and the unknown girl are also working in an industry that rely on the promotion of fantasy. Both understand and know what they are doing and are capable of making their own decisions.

And even if people DO IMITATE this said act in real life and would want to have someone drag them around or vice-versa, what's it to you?
As long as all adults involved gave their full consent then it is none of your goddamn business.

*I am aware that the other examples I have provided are of "Western" women and I am sure some dumbass will protest that it is not reflective of the Filipino values which they are protecting.
This is another hypocritical argument Pinoytards love to use. Modern Philippines have done nothing but embrace globalization and adapt to "Western" values (whatever that means). Values and virtues have no nationality.

Senator Pia Cayetano's statement regarding the issue is sexist. I will quote part of her statement which was published here.

"the derogatory portrayal of women is offensive and should not be tolerated."

I am wondering why the senator is only concerned with how women are portrayed. Men have been demonized and portrayed in all sorts of manner in all types of media and nothing has been said.
If you are so concerned with gender inequality issues then start doing this; If you view a certain act as deplorable when done to a woman, then the same view should be applied when it is done to men.

Friday, August 29, 2014

I Dream of Dancing

There have been days when I would just spend hours watching dance videos and trying to emulate the steps in my tiny room in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, I could look less awkward when I get on the dance floor to bust a move. It's been ages since I last went out dancing but who knows... I remember buying my first dance "album" which was just a CD of songs best suited for Latin dances.I ended up playing it just because I needed background noise when I am working.

In my mind I could dance and be graceful as a swan, wowing everybody on the dance floor. Yet, the truth of the matter is the swan in my head is the bow-legged duckling that can barely waddle in real life. I like dancing but unfortunately dancing doesn't like me. I have never joined any dance contest and have tripped countless times just by walking.

Lately though the urge to move has gripped my mind and seized my heart that I finally took out a pair of sturdy heels, searched YouTube for dance hits and started doing basic steps for Salsa. Yet, just fifteen minutes into this whole debacle my legs started to ache and I felt like collapsing.

(The first sign of old age? Que horror!)

Still, I think I am going to continue this little comedy act of dancing and push through with learning some dance moves. Something good might come out of it and heck I need any excuse I could get right now to wear my heels again.