Sierra

We're all a bunch of sadists. Really.

Not that I've only realized it recently, but I wasn't convinced about it at first. But a few weeks back on a late, breezy Friday afternoon thought me that it was after all; a fluke of reality.

I was in Uptown with Didi and Meg when suddenly I felt something 'rubbing' against my back. It was Nad. She and Lindot can't bare missing the finale of your-typical-daily-fix-of-Filipino-soap-operas, Sana'y Wala Nang Wakas since one of the cafe is Astro-equipped. Hey, I've nothing against the show for I am -admittedly- a fan of soap operas too. Within minutes, the whole area was (almost) packed with fresh-after-class chicks just so they could see who would Ara/Gracie choose as her groom. Is it the hunk Leo? Or the baby-like innocent Christian? Oh! Ah! The drama!

But what I found out on that fated afternoon was no drama of any sort.

See, we're all fully aware of the sudden craze of SMS-based talent/reality show hitting our shores and the shores of others too. That system racks up monstrous amounts of profit overnight. Whoever came up with it is without doubt a shrewd business strategist. That's exactly what happened to Sana'y Wala Nang Wakas. The show's producers applied the system so the finale is pre-determined by the audience. They're letting the audience choose who's to be Ara's/Gracie's husband. It's almost the same concept that lead to the final conclusion of the Ponds ad we had not to long ago. Eventhough there's no handphones involved, ardent fans and future-scriptwriter hopefuls wrote their piece of mind and what was supposed to be a clever advertising scheme turned out to be a trendy, hip, 12-weeks mini-series christened as Table For Two.

Though the aforementioned system is ultra-profitable, it has a great potential of resulting in 'socially unethical' side-effects.

Since she's sooo into the show that it almost became a second religion, I asked Nad if she did participate in the whole SMS thingamajigg. Her reply said it all.

"Takde lah. I'm not that stupid"

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Yeah, right.

Didi once told me that, What's worse than being talked about is not being talked about at all. I don't know how it is relevant but the way I see it in Nad's case, it's almost similar. In simple terms, she's relying on the stupidity of the SMS-voters purely for her own enjoyment. That alone, proved that she's far more foolish than the SMS-voters. At least they're getting their enjoyment on their own. Post-modern oppression? Highly likely.

Wait.

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Me too.

I'm no better than anyone.

I am quite a (big) fan of the nation's #1 talent show, Akademi Fantasia. I've never voted. Never.

Need I say more?




We're all a bunch of sadists. Really. We are, really.