Pimp my pahina

It began innocently enough. With one or two stories that smelled faintly of pakiusap. But as the months went by, the Sunday Inquirer Magazine seemed to have evolved into a PR practitioner’s wet dream. And today’s issue takes the cake. Six beaming wannabe makeup artists in matching Maybelline shirts are on the cover! Whatthefuck?! And the cover “story” is barely-disguised PR trash. Why the hell did they have to make Leica Carpo publisher?

O Alya where art thou and thy editorial integrity? Oh I know! You’re at a Moto party pimping the latest Razr.

Bwiset! Makabalik na nga lang sa Panorama!

I love Mr. Chips

As a former choir geek I remember singing “You And I” and “Fill the World with Love”. I didn’t know that they were part of a movie musical until today when I saw Goodbye Mr. Chips on TCM. It’s a good movie—smart dialogue and touching in the right places without being too maudlin. When it came out in 1969, many viewers and critics were unimpressed with the soundtrack and were especially confused with the fact that the songs just played in the background as the characters’ inner monologue—or inner sing-along, if you will—a clear departure from the style of musicals at that time, in which actors suddenly burst into song mid-dialogue. While I have nothing against spontaneous musical numbers (I do it all the time), I personally thought Goodbye Mr. Chips’ rather subdued musical style was appropriate to the simple, quiet nature of the story. I would’ve been disturbed if Peter O’ Toole’s character suddenly let rip. (Though it would’ve been okay with Petula Clark’s character. She is, after all, Petula Clark.)

That said, I think I shall add Goodbye, Mr. Chips to my list of favorite movies and I look forward to seeing it again—at my favorite deebeedee- deebeedee store. Hehe.

Chips: Is my wife here?

Ursula: Wife? Which wife, darling?

Chips: She was called Katherine Bridges.

Ursula: Katie? Of course she's here! Did you say 'wife,' darling?

Chips: Yes.

Ursula: Well, that would make you her husband, wouldn't it?

Chips: Yes, it would.

Ursula: Then she's not here, darling. She's nowhere near the place.

Gay cologne

My Evil Sister gave me this Marc Jacobs cologne called Ivy. And because I am really a bakla disguised as a lesbian, I refer to it as my Ivy Violan cologne. Ivy is one of those he-she type colognes much like CK One. Which leads me to wonder: why aren’t there colognes made specifically for gay men? Below are some fragrance ideas for gay Pinoys.

*My apologies for the crude Photoshop job. Kanina ko lang natutunan paano mag-insert ng text.

For those special nights na meron.

Mmmm…anino pa lang, ulam na.

Kung nasiyahan ka sa booking, ito ang maaaring iregalo sa kanya pagkatapos.

For cocktail parties, art openings, yugyugan sa Embassy, rampa sa Rockwell. Shala!