Maria Clara Who?
May 10, 2002 | 12:00am
Who has the young Filipina become? Britney Spears? Ally McBeal? Worst, Madonna? See her as she bids farewell to her patadyong and payneta, and trades them off for those oh-too-revealing midriffs and micro-mini skirts! What did modern times do to her?
The new young Filipina is starting to experiment with all that was once taboo… just to see what the fuss is all about. Sex included.
The portrait of Maria Clara… beautiful, unassuming, hiding-behind-the-gigantic-fan lady who encapsulated the sheer virtue of the Filipina woman.
Who is she? Or should I ask, who has she become? The new young Filipina, I mean. She’s definitely no longer your squeaky-clean, goody-two-shoes. Aggressive, no-nonsense, and determined are just some of the adjectives used to describe teenage Pinays these days. Are they really?
Dare I compare the new young Filipina to a jawbreaker? Plain and simple on the outside, but with a center bursting with flavor. Put that way, she may seem like your average angel on the outside but once her parents aren’t looking, she becomes this free-spirited, open-minded individual who’s always looking for something new. Her mind is always at work, forming her own conclusions about issues that are perennially upsetting or intriguing the universe. As Leopold told Kate, "Hmmm, the world of research… perfect for a woman’s mind."
Not so fast, boy. She hasn’t found all the answers yet, but at least you know she has a brain! The new young Filipina has become very firm and decisive about almost everything. She’s a go-getter who’s not about to sit back and take that "you-stay-home-and-mind-the-chores-and-children" bull. She will be a loving housewife amazingly complex yet endearing occupation; let’s not belittle it. However, a good majority chooses to do away with having the man bring home all the bacon; she chooses to slaughter the pig herself. She has invaded banks, ERs, courtrooms, board meetings. She splits her paycheck according to priority: bills, familial obligations, self-preservation (i.e. beauty salons and shopping). In that order. Or maybe not. Depends on that time of the month.
Her sense of style is dictated by no one. Hip hop baggy pants and skater shoes, contempo-classic suits and stylish pumps, summer dresses and chic sandals – and stylish pumps, summer dresses and chic sandals – her identity comes through her courage to look the way she wants to be with another girl, or a boy, or both, or whether she wants to be with a computer-generated person who could be 70 years old and on the other side of the world. This is when she starts experimenting with all that was once taboo… just to see what the fuss is all about.
And what about virginity? Saving it for that special wedding day… it doesn’t work that way anymore. Most young Filipinas aren’t virgins in terms of what they know about sex. There’s the ever famous Kama Sutra book that satisfies any curious mind. Then there’s always TV and the Internet. Once the right guy comes along, why wait? We as a country have become highly-Westernized in terms of values and ethics. It’s supposedly cool to be American now (as long as you’re not in Mindanao). The old style of courtship is being replaced by all-out dating freedom. Dating. It’s the simplest thing in the world. Go up to the boy of choice and pop the question. The worst that could happen is that he says no. Big deal. There’s an ocean out there, with many fish.
And to hook that all-important sea bass, one must have a well-oiled, fully functioning rod. Not necessarily shiny and new, but enticing enough to attract those fish. And if at first, the fish doesn’t bite… it’ll all be about technique. And at the end of the day, technique will hook more than just fish. So forget the sea bass.
That’s exactly what’s in her agenda, to catch everything hook, line and sinker. And if she has to use her convincing charm (i.e. tits and ass) to get it, she will. But only if she knows she will not have to compromise her soul.
So has Maria Clara disappeared into the night without notice? Or has she merely undergone a complete overhaul?
I never got the chance to meet the chick. Saw the picture, didn’t appreciate her at first. However, as I stared into those piercing brown eyes peeking behind the annoyingly huge lace fan, I discovered she was hiding more than just her face. So complex. So ahead of her time.
If only I was given a microphone for that tiny voice. Then again, maybe she preferred to stay unheard, because she knew that – in time – she’d be given the freedom to shed her true colors and just be.
That time is now.
The new young Filipina is starting to experiment with all that was once taboo… just to see what the fuss is all about. Sex included.
The portrait of Maria Clara… beautiful, unassuming, hiding-behind-the-gigantic-fan lady who encapsulated the sheer virtue of the Filipina woman.
Who is she? Or should I ask, who has she become? The new young Filipina, I mean. She’s definitely no longer your squeaky-clean, goody-two-shoes. Aggressive, no-nonsense, and determined are just some of the adjectives used to describe teenage Pinays these days. Are they really?
Dare I compare the new young Filipina to a jawbreaker? Plain and simple on the outside, but with a center bursting with flavor. Put that way, she may seem like your average angel on the outside but once her parents aren’t looking, she becomes this free-spirited, open-minded individual who’s always looking for something new. Her mind is always at work, forming her own conclusions about issues that are perennially upsetting or intriguing the universe. As Leopold told Kate, "Hmmm, the world of research… perfect for a woman’s mind."
Not so fast, boy. She hasn’t found all the answers yet, but at least you know she has a brain! The new young Filipina has become very firm and decisive about almost everything. She’s a go-getter who’s not about to sit back and take that "you-stay-home-and-mind-the-chores-and-children" bull. She will be a loving housewife amazingly complex yet endearing occupation; let’s not belittle it. However, a good majority chooses to do away with having the man bring home all the bacon; she chooses to slaughter the pig herself. She has invaded banks, ERs, courtrooms, board meetings. She splits her paycheck according to priority: bills, familial obligations, self-preservation (i.e. beauty salons and shopping). In that order. Or maybe not. Depends on that time of the month.
Her sense of style is dictated by no one. Hip hop baggy pants and skater shoes, contempo-classic suits and stylish pumps, summer dresses and chic sandals – and stylish pumps, summer dresses and chic sandals – her identity comes through her courage to look the way she wants to be with another girl, or a boy, or both, or whether she wants to be with a computer-generated person who could be 70 years old and on the other side of the world. This is when she starts experimenting with all that was once taboo… just to see what the fuss is all about.
And what about virginity? Saving it for that special wedding day… it doesn’t work that way anymore. Most young Filipinas aren’t virgins in terms of what they know about sex. There’s the ever famous Kama Sutra book that satisfies any curious mind. Then there’s always TV and the Internet. Once the right guy comes along, why wait? We as a country have become highly-Westernized in terms of values and ethics. It’s supposedly cool to be American now (as long as you’re not in Mindanao). The old style of courtship is being replaced by all-out dating freedom. Dating. It’s the simplest thing in the world. Go up to the boy of choice and pop the question. The worst that could happen is that he says no. Big deal. There’s an ocean out there, with many fish.
And to hook that all-important sea bass, one must have a well-oiled, fully functioning rod. Not necessarily shiny and new, but enticing enough to attract those fish. And if at first, the fish doesn’t bite… it’ll all be about technique. And at the end of the day, technique will hook more than just fish. So forget the sea bass.
That’s exactly what’s in her agenda, to catch everything hook, line and sinker. And if she has to use her convincing charm (i.e. tits and ass) to get it, she will. But only if she knows she will not have to compromise her soul.
So has Maria Clara disappeared into the night without notice? Or has she merely undergone a complete overhaul?
I never got the chance to meet the chick. Saw the picture, didn’t appreciate her at first. However, as I stared into those piercing brown eyes peeking behind the annoyingly huge lace fan, I discovered she was hiding more than just her face. So complex. So ahead of her time.
If only I was given a microphone for that tiny voice. Then again, maybe she preferred to stay unheard, because she knew that – in time – she’d be given the freedom to shed her true colors and just be.
That time is now.
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