They're out hunting me in packs. A word of advice, though. Those of you who send in your dissenting opinion through my overburdened email addy complete with cc to all your like-minded friends, well, your email goes straight to my bulk mail and on to my trash bin. You might as well post it on your blogs. You know, the ones that only you read.
I should be avoiding restrooms and coffee shops, beauty parlors and pseudo spas if I know what's good for me.
Ah, I have no quarrel with baby girls really. I love them. So if I see them behaving in ways that do not lend much credit to their developing character, I'd call their attention to it. That's because I love them. So what if they won't feel kindly disposed to my comment? So what if they'd want to gang up on me? Love means – well, it means I get to have my say. So there.
Seriously, if any of those baby girls got raped because they insist on petting prize monkeys through the bars, I'd be the first one to raise hue and cry. No questions asked. See how much I love you?
Why are you quarreling over Baby Boy Smith on Christmas Day? You need a santo niño to go with your Yuletide togs?
Yesterday, I said something too to forever alienate the security guard at Banco Filipino. He said Smith looked pretty on TV. No, I said, he's not pretty at all. He's a RAPIST. If he were pretty, just the sight of him would get women's underwear to spin and drop by their own volition. He wouldn't have to force it off.
The guard won't talk to me ever again. If he had his way, he'd probably wouldn't let my audacious foot soil the bank's threshold ever again.
Okay, so my world is getting smaller. Add the bank to the places I should be avoiding these days.
Please don't tell me Smith’s innocence still hangs in balance and that I owe him the benefit of the doubt. See, that's just our problem. We quarrel with our laws so much. Even our President does it. We just won't take the judge's word for it.
Meanwhile, we do Nicole an injustice. We're sisters, okay? Sisters protect each other.
Oh, okay, I'm a mother. The more that baby girls ought to listen to me.
(Wayward and Fanciful is Gail Ilagan's column for MindaViews, the opinion section of MindaNews. Ilagan teaches Social Justice, Family Sociology, Theories of Socialization and Psychology at the Ateneo de Davao University where she is also the associate editor of Tambara. You may send comments to [email protected] "Send at the risk of a reply," she says.)