She had been lying down on a mat in the corner of the one-room hut that could be reached only after a precarious uphill motorcycle ride on rocky terrain and a twenty-minute trek on foot, somewhere near the headwaters of the Davao River.
Author Archives: ANDREA MALAYA M. RAGRAGIO
If we are going to make a fuss about the Yaya meal, then we should make a fuss about the class contradictions seething underneath it.
For UP this may still be the mid-semester, but for the rest of the Philippines it is already the season for graduations and finishing the academic year.
Naturally, my first thought was, not again.
Many of our young’uns by now must be familiar with the controversy that erupted in the hip-hop scene a few days before Christmas involving award-winning rapper Iggy Azalea and fellow musician Azealia Banks.
Their leave-takings are sad, but not sayang. Never sayang.
There’s been a little hullabaloo in my favorite unibersidad lately. A few weeks ago, Department of Budget and Management Secretary Butch Abad, exiting from a forum at the UP School of Economics, was met with a vigorous protest by activist students and teachers. Their call was to make Abad, and all those associated with the unconstitutional Disbursement Acceleration Program, accountable.
If that is the case, then all these recourses must be made available to the people, including revolution.
I will not tell you about the ordeal we suffered, but I will tell you about how that did not stop me.
But let’s do Eve Ensler one better. I’d like to think that my anger should be reserved for more serious things, especially if I’m going to rant about it in front of all of you. My vagina is angry, and if I tell you the four reasons why, maybe you’ll find that all your vaginas are angry, too.