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April 13, 2005
Sex Videos From Outer Space

< this is not, by any means, my attempt to duplicate >

   Now what?

   There's nothing to believe or suggest in the realm of showbusiness.  If you're like me you're less interested in its asinine aspects, like intrigue and such, and you'd rather deal with real entertainment value.  Like, hey, I'm not falling in line anytime later this month to watch "Can This Be Love," but nowadays, perhaps I'm in the right mood to do so.

   Yeah, I'm dead serious.  The thing is, sex videos are no laughing matter.  Ergo: they suck (no innuendo intended... like I really care about the processes and nuances of cunnilingus or fellatio).

   If you're Filipino, you know where I'm going with this.  If you're foreign, you'd get my drift if you already watched the Paris Hilton video.

   Let's talk about sex.  Does everybody do it?  Maybe, maybe not.  Sex does not come naturally to some people, and to some people it's pretty much instinctive.  Gender preference?  Maybe we all couldn't agree to be straight.  I have a lot of gay friends, and now I'm convinced that gender preference matters little in the greater realm of romantic love.  There's romantic passion, and then there's sexual passion.  There's tunay na pagmamahal, and then there's libog.  Whether or not they come both ways is still debatable: you can't love yourself enough to give yourself a reason to masturbate.

   So what about voyeurism?  I know of some people who have this "kinky" fetish of being watched during sex.  Is sex a private act?  Probably: there are always exceptions to "rules."  If you want to have sex right in the middle of EDSA, nobody would really care, save for the MMDA or the bus driver who had seen more than his fair share of the road.  I mean, the Baywalk Bodies ('Da Bodies, whatever they are) posed in translucent raincoats and got arrested.

   I don't have to further elaborate on it, except for one point.  Here's the question: if you're a celebrity, would it be right to put yourself in the middle of the mess in the first place?

   I think that celebrities who read my blog (Ms. Kris Aquino: I've already read your LiveJournal, so read this) would beg to disagree.  Celebrities have the right to privacy, I'll give you that.  But what's private nowadays?  The celebrity's life is an open book ready to read, or a sex video ready to be saved in PC's nationwide and distributed through whatever means.  There is no "responsible" way to hide yourself from the public because of your profession.

   Like, yeah, I'm no Ricky Lo or Boy Abunda or anything.  My opinions matter little in the greater realm of showbiz.  I am no moralist: unlike Mr. Manuel Morato, I don't have a cheap TV talkshow in some obscure network where I could talk about "morals."  I am not of high moral standing: yes, I have viewed more than my fair share of foreign and local sex videos, read sleazy tabloids and, OK, I have seen the Ethel Booba video, the Piolo Pascual video, and other celebrities', like that of Heart Evangelista, Karel Marquez, name it, I've seen it.  And I grow sick of it.

    Perhaps at the center of the proverbial maelstrom is not of ratings or other pathetic excuses.  What passes for "entertainment" in this country is not genuine acting talent or the ability to work crowds, but that insatiable appetite for intrigue.  But wait: this brings us to some fuzzy logic.  Like, if you don't like the air, stop breathing.  That's not the point.

   The point, for me, is simple.  But yeah, I kind of stretch it a bit so that we can come to be more puzzled and pissed about it.

   Here's my point: so what?

   The battle is no longer about ratings or "network wars."  This is a question of how much value we give entertainment.  The truth is, everyone wants to be a superstar: some people are talented, beautiful and popular enough to make it into showbiz.  But intrigue is a different case.  This is not about crab mentality, or convoluted plot lines that rival soap operas.  In Tagalog: tungkol ito sa mga manonood at hindi sa mga pinapanood.

   I don't want to be so moralistic as to say that if it's right to broadcast sex videos, solarized and pixellated as they may be, to children.  But tell me: are you willing to watch it?  There are far better things to talk about in a showbiz talkshow other than what celebrities do in their spare time, lying on their beds on their backs.  And this goes for everything else: I don't need to listen to the quarrel between Richard Gomez, Tita Swarding and Keanna Reeves to be "entertained."  Nor do I need to read in some sleazy, sex-oriented tabloid that AJ Dee is selling coffee in the ABS-CBN studios to augment his income.  I don't care.  I don't flick on the TV to watch celebrities quarrel among themselves, I flick on the TV so that after a hard day I might get some semblance of entertainment that local TV can provide, and not to join the thousands of sex-starved idiots somewhere in the country who would fantasize about celebrities in all 45 positions of the Kama Sutra.

   All of a sudden, I feel betrayed.  I've had more than my fill of what passes for "showbiz" nowadays.  Showbiz is the business of entertaining people who are grossly unhappy with their lives and try to attach themselves in the fantasy world of glitz and glamor.  It's not the business of people quarreling among themselves and exposing their personal... whatevers, on national television.  Like I said, this is about us, the viewers, not them, the people we pay to view.  It's not about ratings, it's about making people laugh, cry, scream... things we never could do in our mortal lives because we're not beautiful or ugly enough to make it big time.

   Would I watch it?  Probably not, I'd rather watch "Pera o Bayong" or "Laban o Bawi" and erase the thoughts of Willie's tendency to be bastos or the apparent/inherent kabastusan of Sexbomb.  I'd rather watch Piolo's movies and not be bothered by whatever scandal he's in.  I'd rather watch "Extra Challenge" and laugh at Ethel's antics.  The sex scandals mean absolutely nothing to me, as a viewer.

   More on this to come... this is starting to be a very interesting topic for me.  I suppose you people have grown sick of my love life.

Posted at Wednesday, April 13, 2005 by marocharim


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