I voted for change.

The 2013 Philippine elections just happened last May 13 where we got to choose 12 new senators, a congressperson, a mayor, and other various local government positions.

Philippine elections have always been somewhat of a spectacle with the number of celebrities who enter politics and politicians who hire celebrities to sing and dance for the masses during their campaign assemblies. I won’t even touch on the violence that happens between competing parties just to hold on to their power. It’s all a mess. But even with all of these things happening, I just can’t find myself to say, “Hey, it’s all a mess, I don’t care what happens, I can’t do anything about it anyway. I’ll just let everyone screw themselves over.” I know can’t do anything big, I don’t want to run for public office, it’s just not me. But the very least I could to to try and help this country out of this hellhole it’s dug itself into is to vote for the people who seem to be genuine about changing how things work. Vote for new people who promise for change, people who have a clean track record of doing good change. I just can’t stand seeing these old politicians who get elected every term, promising for change, but nothing ever really does.

The sad thing is, not every Filipino is educated enough about the right choices to make during the elections. Even sadder thing is, Filipino masses are easily drawn into voting for those politicians who could provide for them the biggest stars to entertain them, or politicians who have a very famous last name, or politicians who could give them the biggest amount of money in exchange for their votes. None of these things are good reasons for voting for someone into public office.

Many who are on the internet like to voice out there opinions about the candidates. Some make handy guides and infographics to help others into making an educated decision. While others just attack candidates they don’t like and base their obsessive rantings solely on a candidate’s appearance or other equally stupid points. Let’s take Nancy Binay for example. She is the daughter of the country’s vice president and she has been under the public’s scrutiny because she hasn’t held a public office position (or a job that may look impressive on paper) all her life. (But hey, being the vice-president’s daughter and part of the political family in Makati isn’t too bad, she is currently on the number 5 spot in the senatorial race.) I am not a fan of Nancy Binay (because of the whole no experience thing and her insistence of avoiding debates) and I didn’t vote for her. What I don’t understand is the Filipino’s need to attack her just because she is a bit darker than what most Filipinos think is the ideal skin color. Not everyone can be Kris Aquino-pale, people.

Sadly, only one of the three senators I voted for got into the Magic 12, which was mostly made up of the same famous last names and old politicians who are just more of the same. It does get really frustrating to see those who are deserving for the job just get ran over by people with more money and more influence. If the Filipino people just make more educated decisions, and if the angry netizens who throw around rants left and right actually went out and voted, maybe the right people would’ve gotten what they deserved. Maybe the Philippines would’ve gotten what it finally deserves.

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Hair Shaming

I have never understood everybody else’s hostility towards my hair. You see, I have very thick, and kind of coarse, black, kind of wavy Asian hair. You’d think people from Asia would be totally cool with my hair, but I guess not. Not everyone’s hair is fine and stick-straight, not everyone is made from the same stuff those people in magazines and posters are from.

Every single hairdresser I have been to, for 22 years, have gasped and exclaimed, “OH MY GOD WHAT THICK HAIR YOU HAVE! Of course the only logical choice here is either to cut it all off or get it straightened. Of course!” For many years when I was younger, I buckled under societal pressure and had my hair straightened. It was all fine and dandy for the first month or so after the treatment, but when my hair started to grow out, I had this weird combination of wavy hair from my roots that abruptly goes straight halfway down to my tips. Then I had to have those nasty bits straightened again. After those many years, surprise surprise, my hair started to die.

It was just last just last year when I just threw my hands up and gave up with all these hair nonsense. I let my hair grow out and cut off the dead parts and started over. I soaked it with coconut milk for several hours a day, for a few times a week. I also switched to natural shampoo and conditioner. My hair’s better now, even if other people still cringe at it’s thickness and non-straightness.

What do I care, anyway? I’d rather have a full head of a mangled mess of hair than go bald with all those chemical treatments salons and magazines and general media like to shove down my throat.

My hair is fine, thank you very much.