Something as social as the annual Philip*ine Tatl*r ball should always have something scandalous to make all that getting spa`d out, dressed, coiffed, made-up, scented, and bejeweled worth it… and it certainly did this last grand fete…
She was awarded “Lady of the Night” or something. And as she ascended the stage she was escorted by the new man in her life. It would have been just another nondescript awarding had she not been who she is and he not been who he is. They are both rich and famous personalities [ let’s not fool ourselves, not everyone in that ball was living on Easy Street and financially liquid; some couture bills haven’t been settled yet ] and that’s why their joint ascent to the stage merited that much malicious attention.
And the very next morning, the most social and the most chichi lifted their cellphones and called the chicest cities around the world — Singapore, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Shanghai, Beijing, Moscow, Saint Petersburg, Budapest, London, Paris, Madrid, Barcelona, Rabat, Dubai, Johannesburg, Cape Town, Nairobi, San Francisco, Chicago, New York — and wagged their restless tongues to express their indignation at such reprehensible social brazenness… “How could she???” and “How could he???” were repeated a hundred times.
But as a very intelligent and sophisticated lady friend said, how could these “leaders of society” [ and not surprisingly, “of business”, as well ] fume and fart at such a minor social infraction [ at least by the amoral standards of our day ] when they don’t even let out so much as a whimper regarding the crooks that run our literally wonderful little government???
Hmm… that’s a thought.
To be truthful, it is much more fun to talk about who wore what Zach Posen or what Nicholas Ghesquiere and who wore what Christian Louboutin and what Jaguar or what Bimmer and what particular new golf club and what Cohiba and all things wonderful rather than discuss the food poisoning at the ASEAN Summit and the President Ar*oyo’s hemlines and the upcoming elections which are bound to be rigged as usual anyway and all things disgusting…
Again, that’s Manila for you. Vapid. Very.