In November 2015, the porn industry was shaken when one of its high-profile performers revealed a rape allegation in a now deleted series of tweets. Stoya had resorted to Twitter to share how her then on-screen and real-life partner, James Deen, paid no heed to her boundaries despite her attempts to stop him even with the use of their safe word.
In November 2015, the porn industry was shaken when one of its high-profile performers revealed a rape allegation in a now deleted series of tweets. Stoya had resorted to Twitter to share how her then…
Women’s choices suffer the illusion of freedom. In a nation like the Philippines where class and privilege can color any discourse, talking about consent - and agency, and empowerment - in relation to women’s bodies would require admission of harsh realities.
When I was 12, one of my parents’ hired laborers cornered me inside our bodega. He grabbed me from behind and pressed his erection into my back. He groped my breasts and asked, “O ano?” I ran away from him, silent. Am I angry at this man?
For the longest time, “aesthetics” has been strongly identified only with works of art or with beauty. For generations Y and Z, the word has evolved to also encapsulate one’s own style and sense of identity. However, aesthetic appreciation is not confined to works of art, beauty, or style. We do experience aesthetic enjoyment e ven in that which the capitalist art collectors once fantasized to possess but couldn’t: “ungraspable” nature, as described by John Berger, in his explanation of the landscape genre in traditional oil painting in Ways of Seeing (1972).
I have a guilty aversion to news about climate change. Knowing that at least one species die every hour because of man-made destruction of natural habitats, or seeing the point-of-no-return-from-catastrophic-environmental-damage inch in closer and closer, is honestly really terrifying. And because positive news has become so rare, when the Paris Climate Agreement was announced, I hesitated to find out more. Something would go wrong here, my gut told me. Sure enough, the Philippine president did not disappoint my gut.
The news read “Strike ongoing.” You are almost unsurprised and unbothered, as most readers are. It is the Philippines, after all. Days like this come and go. For you, as for most of us, the day’s going to be the routine you stick with. But for the laborer on strike, no question, it’s a day of battle—and possibly, much hopefully, of victory—against the injustices in the workplace.
Opisyal na lingguhang pahayagan ng mga mag-aaral ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas-Diliman