Showing posts with label commentary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commentary. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Project 52 (23/52): On "What's Your Mix?" (And Why It's Much Ado About Nothing)

.:Project 52 (23/52): On "What's Your Mix?" (And Why It's Much Ado About Nothing):.


Does this offend you? Unless you're a mathematician, probably not.

Yeah, I still don't understand the mathematics involved that results in a lady with 80/20 blood lineage, but who am I to question the mathematical process involved in determining these things?

I touched on this briefly in my blog yesterday, and while I was quick to join poking fun at the whole thing, I certainly didn't feel outraged by the ad, to say the least. Having worked in advertising in some capacity or some other for so many years, I tend to feel for the guys who made this campaign, because clearly, they had the best of intentions when they made this (Not that intent is ever an excuse for anything.). This was probably 90% inspiration and 10% perspiration, and that's why we arrived at this copy...


Hmm. Needs a little more Godwin...

There were unfortunate implications there, but the intent is clearly the reverse of what the knee-jerk slacktivists are trying to say: more than Pinoys needing a mix of foreign blood to be a success, the copy of the ad implies that foreigners need a mix of Pinoy blood to be a success. It seems like people were 90% furious, and 10% reading when they decided to get worked up over this.

Semantics aside, I'm sure the copy writers for this campaign didn't intend to channel Voldemort and notions of a brown Aryan race when they made this. Clearly, the campaign is simply about mix. Fil-Am rappers do this all the time when they talk about the intertwining of cultures, and how they have to deal with it every single day.


50% milk, 50% coco puff?

Despite all that, whether they meant to say that success is brought about by having a mix of foreign blood, or by having a mix of Filipino blood, it definitely sends the wrong message and yet again reeks of the kind of Filipino Patriots® I frequently poke fun at: the Pinoy equivalent of the redneck American whose only counter-argument to every single thing wrong about their country is, "if you hate it so much, then why don't you just leave?"

While one can be proud of one's heritage, one's heritage in and by itself is not a cause for pride. The achievements of every Filipino, great or small, in no way reflects upon our own achievements. The beauty of it is, it works the same way with every Filipino's failures. We make our own luck. What a fascinating concept!

Is it something to get all worked up over, though? No, I honestly don't think so. I'm just 50% amused, and 50% meh when it comes to the whole "issue" because outside of bad copy writing, this isn't nor should it be a national pride issue. At all.

Look. I know it's very delectable to pretend that Bayo was trying to undermine Filipino pride by insinuating that we need to have foreign blood to be worth anything, but not only is that a very uncharitable reading of the issue at hand, it's also missing the forest for the trees: having Filipino blood shouldn't give us a free pass to success, nor should having foreign blood. It really boils down to what we do as Filipinos that define our ability to succeed, far more than our ethnic heritage.

This is much ado about nothing. There is no need to crucify Bayo as though they are upholding colonial mentality when they are clearly (and unfortunately) trying to imply the reverse: a kind of brown Aryan bloodline that guarantees nothing but prosperity to anyone who is lucky enough to have Filipino blood in them. In fact, the campaign talks about "mix," but at no point does it attempt to say that anything "pure" has less merit.

If anything, I can imagine a far worse backlash if they tried to so much as put primacy in someone being a "pure" Filipino. It goes against the concept of their ad campaign, but that's what you get when you try to fit a square peg in a round hole. Clearly, fashion mix and ethnic mix don't mix with each other well. The "palahian" uproar from the feminist sector should make that immensely clear.

When you have random xenophobic Filipinos hating Solenn Heussaff or Jinri Park or Grace Lee for daring to identify themselves as being Filipino, you kind of feel a wee bit weirded out by the double standard when we take every chance to remind South Korea that Sandara Park of 2NE1 used to be a TV and movie star in the Philippines, and the sheer amount of sourgraping this nation engages in everytime the Azkals lose a game. Our standards of calling someone "one of us" are just so arbitrary it makes my head spin sometimes. It's 50% funny and 50% pathetic.

Sometimes, you could almost imagine Erik Spoelstra wondering why all the Filipino support went to Jessica Sanchez in American Idol.


"LeBron, you're not eating a pretzel, so stop choking, dammit! Pinoy pride!"

Besides, if a throwaway ad campaign from a brand is enough to make you call your own Filipino pride into question, then maybe the basis for your pride doesn't run quite deep enough as your wounded pride (Or is it ego?) leads you to believe it does.

Was Bayo's campaign a good one? 50% yes and 50% no (Okay, this percentage running gag is annoying even me, so I should stop now.). Logistically, it was poorly worded and insensitive to the implications of their poor choice of words. Whether you read it as a gateway brown Aryan statement or as a further affirmation of colonial mentality, it completely undercut the inherently good message of the campaign: it's good to mix. It's just that there's that nagging feeling of, "but what if you don't mix?" Is it bad? Is it better? Inquiring minds need to know!

Not addressing that question properly apparently backfired on Bayo, on top of the common but irrefutable complaint about Filipino pride boiling down purely to bloodline rather than actual merits.

On the other hand, we're talking about Bayo now. A lot. Brand awareness is at an all-time high. Positive or negative as it may be, there is now a dialogue going on about what it means to be Filipino; about why we support the Azkals and Jessica Sanchez but turn our backs on Erik Spoelstra and Rob Schneider.


I can think of a reason why we do, though.

While the conversation starter is admittedly pedestrian in nature, now, we are beginning to understand that this discussion on identity is a very important discussion to have at this point where the world is becoming a global village more and more. For all the good and bad this globalization brings, how does one remain Filipino, and how does one demonstrate and inspire pride in our heritage? These things do not merely happen in and by themselves: the how is a very important factor that needs consideration.

What does it mean to be a Filipino? Is it our bloodline ala Jasmine Trias or Tia Carrere? Or is it more about our desire to identify with being Filipino ala Grace Lee or Erwan Heussaff?

What does it mean to be a success? Is Manny Pacquiao a success in boxing because he's a Filipino, or is he a success because he worked hard at it, and he just happened to be a Filipino? Does the latter take away from Filipino pride, or simply remind us that we need to look at Filipino pride in a more nuanced and all-encompassing manner?

If only for the fact that now, these questions do get asked, and hopefully, get closer to being answered satisfactorily, then yeah, I think Bayo did good, in spite of itself.

If I may be so bold as to suggest to whoever is running the advertising for Bayo, I think the easiest way to turn this around would be to ride the wave of your campaign's memetic value. Don't take the campaign too seriously, and revel in the absurdity of it, while encouraging the insightful dialogue you've already unintentionally instigated. The momentum is now in your hands to make something positive out of all this.

If I could paraphrase Lourd De Veyra, this all boils down to one simple thing: walang basagan ng mix. All this navel-gazing taken into consideration, though, I think it's still boss to poke fun at the whole "controversy"...


Thank you, thank you! I'll be here all week!

Monday, January 31, 2011

Randomicity At Three In The Morning...

.:A Storm Of Commentary:.

I’ve been having some moments of inspiration while writing for The POC lately, so I managed to cover Noynoy’s new Porsche as well as the Big Bad Blogger.

On the showbiz front, my good friend, Fabucelles, came up with an inimitable take on the disbanding of Bamboo and the departure of Ebe from Sugarfree. Pretty interesting stuff, and I’m at a point where more and more, I do want to take some of my commentary onscreen because I know I can pull it off.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Aftermath: After The Ballot Is Done, Now What?

.:I Got It Right!:.

I made a prediction on YouTube who the next president will be. While this wasn’t my personal choice, I made the prediction as a mentalist, and guess what? I guess I’m right.

I should’ve predicted the top 3, though, because nobody expected the results to turn out this way.

Other predictions I got right: the 2010 elections will be messy, and a candidate will claim he was cheated in the elections.

Damn, I'm good.

.:Color Me Amused:.

Apparently, someone took my character seriously. I love it. And I even get to respond in character while I’m at it!

.:Our Job Doesn’t End With The Ballot:.

Okay, nation. Time to get serious.

We just exercised our right to suffrage yesterday, and already, people want Noynoy to resign. Really, guys? You can’t even wait to let him be inaugurated first before you try to take him out of power?

We’ve heard people say stuff that seems embarrassing to play back now, in light of the results. Class acts though most of the losing candidates may be, it’s still embarrassing for Brother Eddie to claim that it’s God’s will to put him into power, when clearly, his God didn’t really put him into power. Again. I’m actually surprised he took defeat more gracefully this time. Maybe he’s getting used to it.

What about Gibo Teodoro’s controversial endorser, Pastor Quiboloy? How do we explain the apparently erroneous vision the pastor got from the Almighty, supposedly saying Gibo and Obama were in his dream, and assuring Gibo of victory?

Pastor Quiboloy, I just needed to ask: where is your Almighty now?

Even Joseph Estrada, despite being second in the polls, seems willing to accept the (apparent) will of the people, even if his lawyer flirted with filing an electoral protest. The automated elections, for all its faults, seemed to do more good than harm. There were far less opportunities to cheat, and far less instances of electoral violence than were to be cited in years, and I was simply surprised at how smoothly things went.

As of this writing, the Vice-Presidential race is still being hotly contested, but I must say that the polls have been, for the most part, a success. If the trend continues, Noynoy’s 41% or so win margin would be the biggest we have ever seen since a multi-party system has been established. He may not be a true majority president, but since Ramos, nobody has been one.

There’s a lot of good and bad going around, but I think if there’s one thing Noynoy Aquino’s campaign was right about, it was that he can’t do this alone. He needs the support of not just his vice president or his senatorial slate, he also needs the support of the people. And believe me when I say I’d be singing the exact same tune whomever the president would be: our president cannot do it alone, and for this country to rise above the adversity, we need to do our share.

Our work does not end at feeding the ballot to the PCOS Machine. In fact, our work has just begun, not just for the next six years, but for the rest of our lives. The hurt, division, and strife that the previous administration and the electoral process has wrought upon us can be healed only if we allow it to be healed.

There is still a problem to solve. And when there is a problem to be solved, like I said yesterday, you can be a part of the solution, or you can be a part of the problem.

Nation, I leave that choice up to you. I know some of you are itching to book the first flight abroad to migrate, or some of you want to drink away because your favourite candidate won/lost/doesn’t matter, as long as there’s no liquor ban. There are so many things that require our collective efforts, and after everything has been said and done, we can’t play the blame game, or lash out at the masses for the choices they have made on May 10. As Marck put it, if we believe this nation needs to learn, then shouldn’t it become our responsibility to bring about this learning?

Nation, we still have a lot to do. Despite everything that the naysayers can harp on, my faith in the Filipino people has not dwindled one bit. We will rise collectively. We will strive as one. We’re not doing this for Noynoy. We’re doing this for our nation, and ultimately, for those whom we love.

Congratulations, Senator Noynoy Aquino. Winning the elections was the easy part. Now, the hard part: making those six years count. Worry not, though: like Cory and Ninoy before you, hindi ka nag-iisa. Mahirap nang hayaan ka diyan, eh. Baka kung ano pa mapala nating lahat.

P.S. By the way, Kris.... kailan despedida?

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

More Articles On The POC...

.:Oh, Look! A Couple Of New Articles!:.

I’m sort of on a roll lately writing for The POC, and here are a couple of articles I wrote on the political side of the spectrum...

“Made Of Win” covers my thoughts on mayoral candidate Erwin Genuino, who seems to be going strong heading into the new elections. On a personal level, I do like what he stands for and how he thinks, but it’s all moot as I’m not a Makati voter.

On the other hand, nobody is spared as I talk about each presidential candidate in my other article, and comment how they are one-trick ponies. It’s really a bit sad that they revolve around only one thing, and even in light of the fact that the one thing they hinge their candidacy upon isn’t really working, they prove that they are anything but multi-dimensional. It’s a very harsh rundown of all the candidates, and I’d like to keep it that way rather than salivate over one presidentiable or another.