Lust in Translation
“In Lust in Translation, Pamela Druckerman romps through ten countries in search of statistics and stories from the philandering class. Her quest to understand “the rules of infidelity from Tokyo to Tennesee†began while reporting for the Wall Street Journal in Argentina, where she was casually propositioned by a slew of married men. . .”
Hmm, there’s no chapter on the Philippines. I think we should address that lack. Got any stories? Post them. Don’t use real names. Maybe we can get a book out of this.
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January 6th, 2008 at 17:38
Sorry no story but my male friends’ (or scumbags) motto was “Deny and deny till you die” – even if they were caught face to face — JUST DENY IT.
January 7th, 2008 at 03:35
Double standard rules high and mighty in the macho-culture of the Philippines where males are brought up brain-washed from birth onward that its natural for men to fool around, in fact that its a desirable trait admired by peers and almost expected of a boy who is trapped in a man’s body, whether single or married, young or old, lest one be branded as being a member of “takusa” (takot sa asawa) or “under-the-saya” and the like, or worse as being “bading”; the more female conquest, the better, a sure measure of pagka macho; filipino males endlessly flirt with women, married or single, decent or not, on the streets or off it, with eyes or pick-up lines, in the office, on the net, in chat rooms, via text, phone or face-to-face, in public transport, at the bar, with the waitress, secretary or receptionist, well just about anywhere and everywhere given the chance so long as the object is naka-palda (or short shorts or low-waist pants or bikini), just to add that one essential notch up on his belt as a measure of success and stature, and will have no qualms telling all the sordid details of his conquest to his barkada, with no aversion whatsoever of being branded as being ungentlemanly or “kiss-and-tell,” much like a report card on how he’s faring in the sexual curriculum, the crowning glory of which ends with a soliloquy at the end of his life, before entering the gates of heaven (or the fires of hell) that goes something like.. o ano Manoy, masaya ka ba? to which the brainless head’s response is.. oo bosing, bow ako sayo, ang dami nating nadale, halos mapudpod ako, pwede na tayong mamahinga. Amen!