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The pajama games
I think, if President Duterte’s attendance at international summits is to be guaranteed, whoever is hosting should consider holding sleepovers instead of boring old meetings. Meetings are boring—only grown-ups go to them to do, ugh, Business. A pajama party, now, that’s a different...
British author in Manila: A conversation in Solidaridad
James Hamilton-Paterson, if National Artist for Literature F. Sionil Jose’s word is to be taken as it is meant, is one of the few non-Filipino authors who has written about the Philippines with a very level view of our people and this archipelago...
The sisterhood of the childbearing scrubs
Are women doing it for themselves or are they doing it to themselves? Nothing sets a movement back like heresy among its members, so when women themselves act contrary to what feminism considers in the best interest of other women, there is a jarring...
Four Sundays and a funeral
What is the proper term for someone who is taking the bar exam?
I was going to suggest barista but I re-thought the thought after realizing that law graduates might take offense at being associated with slinging lattés, which are scrumptious, at a Starbucks. Not...
Boo
Damn Filipino parents and their lack of imagination. And patriotism. Hex me all you want, but I will maintain till I inhale my last that Halloween is the most un-Filipino of holidays and that the Philippines has no business celebrating the day. It...
Lolo
The essay was written four days before the author succumbed to a massive stroke. This story, about his grandfather, is his last essay
Before sunrise, he would do the rounds of his small sugarcane farm on the east side of his house. He would...
