Showing posts with label language. Show all posts
Showing posts with label language. Show all posts

Friday, 20 January 2012

Gay beauty pageants and early morning conversations on politically correct terms (or lack thereof) in the Tagalog language



One of my dear friends, via text, so early in the morning: "Anó ang politically correct term ng baklâ?"

Me: No exact word, but roughly: effeminate homosexual.

Her: No, in Tagalog.

Me: Ah. Walâ because we are currently an unsophisticated people. But Tagalog used to have one: bayog-ín. It is archaic, but some scholars have revived its usage.

Note, though, that baklâ is largely pejorative whilst bayog-ín is neutral-to-positive. The latter is obviously older and comes from a more sophisticated past.

Addendum: There is also binabaé (for boys) and binalaki (for girls), but these are in reference to transgender, not homosexuality.

Her: Oh, okay. Salamat. I was asking kasí I saw a news clip kanina when I was on the bus going home. And Pinky Webb said 'mga badíng'. And I found it off-key.

Me: Yes, it's always off-key. It's roughly the equivalent of "faggot" or "nigger" on American television. They would never openly say it on air. Dito kebs kasí tangá tayo. Ha ha!

Her: I know! She was talking about a gay beauty pageant, BTW.

Me: Ah, gay beauty pageants. Where gay men are always assumed to be the same as transgender.

Her: I would post this conversation on Facebook.

Me: I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING!

Me: I actually get up at around 10:30, but I read your message, and couldn't go back to sleep unless I answered you. Damn you!

Image: http://www.iias.nl/nl/35/iias_nl35_13.pdf

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Three poems in Esperanto I wish I had made but did not

I've been too focused on French lately, that I've forgot(en) I'm learning Esperanto, too. Fortunately, my friend/language partner is still up to it. He's just made three poems, much to my envy.

With his permission, since he is blog-less, I am reposting all three. Comment away, amikoj. (As you can see, I did not even have the patience to write this introduction in la lingvo.)



mi supozis ke ĝi estis vi
starante trans la fervojo
sed ĝi estintus nebulo nur
estintus fumo nur
estintus mia penso nur
estintus io pli
trajnoj faras ankoraŭ
nebulo sternas ankoraŭ en la funga cielo
fumon spiratas ankoraŭ, pulmo al pulmo
pensojn pensatas ankoraŭ


la dioj
la dioj marŝintis ekster de aĵoj jam
ni estas iliaj piedoj kaj manoj, okuloj kaj nazoj
Mi, mi ĝuas estanta la lipa angulo de unu dioj
kaj la pubvilaro de alia

mia poŝtelefono
Mi preterlasis mian poŝtelefonon ree
sur la tablo?
sub la seĝoj?
ĉu vi povus alvokas min? rrrring rrrring!!!
ahh, tio bonfartigas min.

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Mia klopodo po esperanto

Saluton! Ĉi tio estas mia klopodo blogi en esperanto.

Mi estas Aldriko Lŭis, sed Aldrin estas mia angla nomo. Aldriko estas mia primara nomo; Lŭis estas la nomo de mia patro.

Mi loĝas en Imus kaj laboras en Manila. Ambaŭ estas bela urboj kaj tre maljuna. Vulgara, mi vojaĝas por du horojn. Ĝi estas tre laciga!

Verbojn uzis:
  • esti - to be
  • blogi - to blog
  • loĝi - to live
  • labori - to work
  • vojaĝi - to travel
  • uzi - to use
Adjektivojn uzis:
  • angla - English
  • primara - primary
  • maljuna - old
  • laciga - tired

Vi povas korekti min nun.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Patricia Ryan: Don't insist on English



I wholeheartedly agree with Ms Ryan. No language, and especially not one's own, should be pushed aside for the sake of the lingua franca. There is so much beauty and depth in our local languages, and yet so much stigma attached to their use in intellectual discourse. We all know why. The question is: What are we doing about it?

Gratitude to my friend Doni for sharing.

Saturday, 5 March 2011

What's with the accent?

Remember this? I finally got to write the second part (after 3 years). Some important points were directly taken from the first part for those too lazy to backtrack.
...

I live in a country where accents are a big deal. I'm not sure how true that is, statistically speaking, but my day-to-day experiences are convincing. It annoys me, for the most part, but it can sometimes be amusing.

That local twang.
Your everyday tindera might not care, but if you intend to work for a high-paying job, they expect you to lose your native accent. Apparently, the accent that identifies you with your ethnic heritage is not good enough (unless you're a politician). You have to "correct" it, twist it to sound more "international", regardless of the fact that "beri mats" would still be perfectly understood by most people. I own a small store and I still get what they mean when they say "fuji bar".

Status affects the accent and accent affects the status.
It really does. Your accent may either invoke prestige or invite ridicule, according to the biases of your audience. Comedian Jeff Foxworthy says: "I used to say that whenever people heard my Southern accent, they always wanted to deduct 100 IQ points." And isn't that still true for many of us? Home County Brits looking down on Northerners? Manilans on Visayans? It has got to go.

That non-US accent.
In Manila, speaking with a General American accent will earn you extra points in a job interview, but speak with a British accent and you will capture hearts. Trust me, I know. It's what pays the rent. You have to be British, though, or at least have had lived in Britain for several years. People will never understand how you got the accent without actually living there. It's such an enigma, and it doesn't always help to explain in detail because most people have such short attention spans. But it's absolutely normal, of course, to have an American accent without actually living in America. Fucking fair, in'nit?

People seem to forget that this so-called "British" accent (the Hugh Grant accent), more accurately called Received Pronunciation, is an international standard just like General American. As a matter of fact, RP was already the international standard way before any American accent was heard outside the Atlantic. Singapore? Hong Kong? India? Australia? New Zealand? New ENGLAND? All British. Why can't a Filipino take up this accent instead of the usual American? Don't let the trend stop you.

You can't prescribe accents.
Not anymore, at least. You can't assume that every Filipino will speak in a certain way. It's a small world, after all, and telly does quite change a lot. School teachers are no longer the only source of edumacation. It's sad, because it shouldn't have been that way, but I avoided my English school teachers at all costs.

What fake accent?
Anybody know that Filipino-British model-turned-actor(?) Jonathan Mullaly? Jon Avila it is now, I reckon. Well, he was once rumoured to fake his "British" accent. I'm not sure who spread the rumour, but I bet it was a tabloid writer. Imagine the horror of having a peabrain who has probably never been to England, or if he has, never gone anywhere outside his flat, tell you you're faking your own accent. The poor bastard probably didn't know there are countless accents in Britain (a ridiculous number), and that it just so happens that Jon, who may after all have a mixed accent, speaks with an accent he has never heard of.

"If yowm saft enuff ter cum dahn 'ere agooin wum. Yowr tay ull be spile't!" That's English traditionally spoken in Black Country, just beside Birmingham. 

What about Geordie? "Gan man an hide thysel! Gan an' get thy picks agyen. Thou may de for the city, but never for the west end o' wor toon."

See?

Besides, what makes an accent fake, anyway? Accents change all the time. You're not even born with an accent. You learn it. Some parts of it you inherit at an early age from your elders, some parts from your neighbourhood, some parts from school, and so on. Would you say that the accent you had when you were seven is more authentic than the one you have now? Or the other way around, perhaps? Some celebrities are even questioned for their "fluctuating" accents such as Madonna who lived for a while in the UK. What did everyone expect, that she'd remain steadily New Yorker even after being surrounded by Brits for several years? People change and so do their accents, and it's not always because they want to sound cool. Most of the time, they can't help it. And when they can help it, it's still not necessarily done to impress you, but to accommodate you. I tend to be a very accommodating speaker myself. There are times when I deliberately modify my pronunciation so others might shift their focus away from my phonemes and more on what I'm actually saying. Who hasn't traded their Western pronunciations for local ones in places like Quiapo?

I do, however, find it pretentious when Filipinos forget their native accent after A YEAR OR LESS living in the US. Learning the accents around you is expected, but forgetting the one you grew up with isn't that easy.

But you can have more than one "natural" accent.
Just as you can have more than one parent language, you can also have more than one parent dialect or accent. This is especially true for people who grew up with more than one English dialect. Some people will learn just one from such a setting (my brother did, he stuck with GA). Some will learn several (as I did). 

I grew up with a wide variety of speech patterns: Mother spoke a very standard local variant of English (she frowned when I spoke anything else, telling me not to sound too foreign) whilst Father frequently switched from RP to GA and back. Television wasn't any better as a "neutraliser" as Brother and I were raised on a mix of Sesame Street, John Hurt, The Simpsons, The Godfather, Charlton Heston, Michael Caine, Maggie Smith, and a bunch of other "oldschool" thespians. Irish and Scottish characters were always a favourite, though, and we haven't really got(ten) rid of the tendency to pronounce "rain" and "row" as monophthongs. We quite fancy it, actually.

RP was the strongest influence for me, however. Obviously. As far as I can remember, the voice in my head had always been RP-ish (special thanks to Pa and Sir John). I assumed it was the correct accent and the Eurocentricity of some family members only enforced the idea even more. But I never really got to openly use it full-time because I felt it made other people uncomfortable. And it did. They would twitch and I would stop speaking. It made me very conscious of the way I talked and my timidity fed on it for several years.
It was only when I left school and started working that I was forced to conform to a single standard (or at least, one standard at a time). My coach was convinced to have me choose sides. It wasn't really a hard decision to make. I chose to follow that accent in my head and it was the most liberating thing that had ever happened to me. I had finally "outed" myself as an RP speaker.

Nonetheless, I still switch between accents according to the occasion, mood, or person I'm speaking with. When I'm all formal or when I need to explain something in detail, I use my default British Received (or occasionally, Transatlantic). In slightly more informal situations, I slip into a more Estuary-type accent. And when I'm with family or close friends, I toss several different accents all at once. It's always an accent party with familiars!

You can't "lose" an accent if you've only got one.
An issue of semantics, but it's basically true. Because we all have accents. As long as you can speak a language, you will have an accent. It's part of the package. "Switch" is a more accurate term than "lose", I suppose. You can switch from one accent to another and back, or mix several accents together, or have one fade in the background whilst using the other more frequently.

Use a more neutral accent!
Which one? Accent neutrality is always relative. If I were a Scot from Edinburgh, the neutral accent to me would definitely be Edinburgh Scottish (and even there you are bound to hear variations). This is probably why many Manilans think they are "accent-less" ... because they live in the capital and their dialect (Manila Tagalog) is the basis of the standard (Filipino). Now, imagine if the capital had been somewhere in Batangas.

English is no exception in this matter, however internationally acclaimed some of its accents are. Even more so, actually. Such a widely-spoken language is bound to be pluricentric. David Crystal writes "[a] totally uniform, regionally neutral, and unarguably prestigious variety does not yet exist worldwide. [And whilst] the notion of a 'standard pronunciation' is useful in the international setting of English as a second or foreign language, but here too there is more than one teaching model - chiefly, British Received Pronunciation and US General American."

Our sense of identity affects the things we learn and choose not to learn, as well. 
Remember how partial I was to RP growing up? That plays a huge factor, too. You can't learn something if you don't want to. There was a point in my life when I deliberately avoided the American dialect because, not only was I partial to anything European, I had a distaste for anything American. Some Filipinos tend to avoid their own local dialect of English, too, and we see this everyday in countless numbers of wealthy ex-peasants who roam the metropolis shedding their indigenous identity for Starbucks. The changes are deliberate because there is a conscious motive. I can only hope for these absurd biases to die off someday. 

All accents, dialects, and languages are made equal. Use as much as you can to your liking, or as few, but another person's speech is no better or worse than yours.

And because I'm still bad with endings, I will stop here. There will probably be a third part. Maybe. Or I could write about grammar. Bad SVA is a disease. Ye cannae spak the leid without the propar grammers.

Friday, 4 March 2011

Revisiting 'To Each His Own Accent'

I made some changes to the original.

Read it again here because the second part (after 3 years) is on its way in a few minutes.

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Ze Plan For English

I thought this was too funny not to share. Apparently it's from a bloke named Gai Dennett. I think.

The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as 'Euro-English'.

In the first year, 's' will replace the soft 'c'. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy. The hard 'c' will be dropped in favour of 'k'. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome 'ph' will be replaced with 'f'. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent 'e' in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing 'th' with 'z' and 'w' with 'v'.

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary 'o' kan be dropd from vords kontaining 'ou' and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Dahil Sobra Na!

I'm officially deaf. Someone just used "sobra" five times in the same sentence. And as if that wasn't enough, another celebrity had to say it all over again. In a commercial! One of the most vile purveyors of rubbish to the unsuspecting masses.
"Sobrang bilis... sobrang affordable."
In English: Too fast, too affordable.

Has it not occurred to these sobra-abusers that sobra means "too much" and not "very much"? And we all know that anything in excess is rarely a good thing. Kapag sobra, pangit na.

The correct word for "very much" is napaka or ubod ng. If you happen to come from Cavite, you would know d'ang, as well. But sobra is not the word, I'm sure.
In Spanish, unsurprisingly, sobra also means "over" or "surplus".

What is happening to your Tagalog, o' youth? Change, yes. Advance? Hardly.

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Dialectal Differences



I just had a rather amusing experience today at our mini grocery. I can't help but share!


Customer: Isang kahang Fortune ho. Sigisteen?

Me: Po?

Customer: Sigisteen?

Me: Ano po 'yon?

Customer: Sigisteen!

Me: Ah... (realising he probably means 'sixteen', I confirm the brand) Fowchoon?

Customer: Ha?

Me: Fowchoon?

Customer: Ano 'yon?

Me: Fowchoon! (hands over his pack of fags and says) Thank you, come again!


LMAO. At least, mine is a legitimate pronunciation!

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Adam Lambert, Bading?!

“Si Adam Lambert, bading?!?!”

That I got from a local news programme. More like tabloid, really.


A few hours ago, I was literally hearing nails on a chalkboard over 24 Oras' GHASTLY presentation of the irrelevant and unsurprising "news" of Adam Lambert's "outing". He's not "bading", you oafs. He clearly said "gay". Colloquially, "gay" denotes homosexual attraction or behaviour (though I prefer the original meaning, thank you very much). "Bading" means something else; the equivalent of "faggot" in American English.

Think about it. A newscaster could be roasted alive for saying that on air! Would it kill to have these media-men learn some civilisation; some responsible journalism? They're on air. They represent "facts". Facts should not be tainted with subjective language, much more offensive ones. Just report, Gods damn it.

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Please Learn Your Gitlapi

Codename Bubbles Paraiso: Ni-text ko na siya.”

(Aldrin chokes a little but continues...)

Aldrin: “Salamat.”

Bubbles Paraiso: Ni-bigay ko na rin 'yung pinabibigay mo.”

Aldrin. “...”

Bubbles Paraiso: At ni-bigay ko na rin 'yung email address mo.”

(Aldrin jumps on his chair, shouts kamikaze, and pricks the hollow bubble of her life-force.)

I do not get it. I was willing to let "ni-text" go, but "ni-bigay"? Mad! I have also been hearing "ni-tawag" and "ni-kain" lately. Where ever do these people get that sort of shit?

Ni-bwibwisit niyo si Balagtas eh! Learn your fucking gitlapi.



(Modified: 28 May 2008)

Monday, 13 April 2009

The Wrong Kind Of Taglish?

I hear nails on a chalkboard whenever someone does this:

“Ang favourite kong memory is yung nag-birthday ako...”
“Ang point ko is hindi tayo dapat nagaaway...”
“Yung ingreditents kasi is mahirap hanapin...” (The conjugation is wrong, too. It should be "are".)

Whatever happened to the more appropriate, less prone to error 'ay'? Ang favourite kong memory ay yung..., Ang point ko ay hindi..., Yung ingredients kasi ay... I do not even mind the redundant loanwords anymore. I just think replacing 'ay' with 'is' is silly.

Where do we draw the line that divides casual code-switching and idiocy?

Monday, 30 March 2009

Silly Representations Of High Society

In a local soap opera, two ladies from a supposedly "affluent" family pick a fight with a handsome idiot (who apparently had picked a less commercially attractive woman over the wealthy lady's daughter).

Overacting 80's teen actress says: "I can't believe you're choosing
yung pangit na 'yan over my anak."

Translation: "I can't believe you're choosing that ugly girl over my daughter!" and "Hindi ako makapaniwala na pinili mo yung pangit na iyan at hindi ang anak ko!" in unadulterated English and Tagalog respectively.

Her daughter (played by half-Japanese, big-breasted actress) adds: "You slat!" (She probably meant 'slut'.)



Is this how they portray "high society" on TV? They sound more like social climbers. With all that money, you would expect some form of higher education.


Yet again, we are given proof of good money put to waste on the production of garbage, the propagation of garbage, and overpayment of garbage.

PS: Who do you think the actresses in question are? Clues: Romnick Sarmienta and Motorolla.

Tuesday, 24 March 2009

You Just Don't Say Zorro With A Zed

Because it is inaccurate to use the English z (zebra) to approximate Spanish words like zapatos, arroz, mestizo, chorizo, or even Zorro or Zamora. The only legitimate ways to pronounce the Spanish z or zeta are English s (sun) or English th (thorn). In Spain, both of these conventions can be used depending on where you come from: the Northerners usually say thapatos, the Southerners sapatos (old Filipinos were right to spell it as 'sapatos'). Elsewhere in the Spanish-speaking world, they just pronounce "zune" as "soon". (This is because most of the Spanish colonists came from southern Spain.)



Now for people who are unfamiliar with Spanish, I can forgive. But for Filipinos I see no excuses. Hearing words like Marquez or Quezon pronounced with an English z does not sound right to me. Trying to mimic the Americans? It is sad that the older generations who say Markes and Keson, who are only being accurate, are often laughed at.

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Barrack Obama not the first African American president?



I just do not get it when people call Barrack Obama the first "black" or African American president. He is not just "black"
, he also happens to be "white". Whilst his father is a native-born Luo from Kenya, his mother happens to be of English descent. That makes him "mulatto" and not "negro" to use Hispanic terms.

Apparently, for many Americans, having at least one black ancestor makes you just black. Makes you wonder if they have really gone past the old racist beliefs. Even the concept of separate, unmovable races is in fact outdated. In Africa alone there are all sorts of physiological features: Capoid, Caucasoid, Negroid, Pygmoid, Nilotic, etc. Identities based on physical features do not seem to make sense anymore.

Friday, 30 January 2009

From Bumbay To Indiyano



I would like to believe that in this modern age, Filipinos have (finally) realised that calling Indians
bumbay is not only inaccurate but can also be potentially offensive. Bombay (stress on the first syllable), which is the origin of bumbay (stress on the last syllable), apparently comes from a 16th century Portuguese pronunciation of Mumbai - the financial capital of India. Do you think the Indians call us manila or makati?

Anyroad, with the fading usage of bumbay, Filipinos have now come to use another word; one that would appear politically correct but is in fact another poorly chosen name: indiyano.

In popular linguistics, words such as this would be dubbed 'salitang siyokoy' (I will share other examples sometime else). Like the folkloric siyokoy (roughly, mermen), who are neither fully human nor fully fish, this new word is neither Spanish nor English but something else: an abomination born out of ignorance of both languages.

In English, the appropriate (and only) word for someone who is a native of India would be 'Indian'. In Spanish, believe it or not, the word is 'indio' (masculine) or 'india' (feminine). If this is confusing, remember that when European colonists first encountered the natives of the Americas and the Malayan archipelago, they thought they were in India.

Now where does this all lead us? I am not too sure, really. Whilst I am sure that the ancient, pre-colonial Filipinos traded with the Indians, what I am not sure about is what they called them. Can somebody direct me to the correct answer? Until then, I confine myself to "Indian" or "indio".

By the way, the beautiful (and foxy) lady above is Aishwarya Rai - a popular Bollywood actress of Tulu descent. A beauty, is she not?

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Kumain Ka Na Ba?

Yes po.

Is it so hard to just say 'opo'?
I just do not understand why people say it or, worse, flaunt it. Can somebody help me? I am this close to calling them 'airheads'.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

To Each His Own Accent


I write this because I've just about had it with the unnecessary stigma (and ignorance) associated with the way I talk. Pay attention to the content, not the accent, goddamnit!



1. Which British accent?
I'm quite famous at the workplace as the guy with the "British" accent. With that I've often been tempted to ask, which one? As any Brit will tell you, there's no such thing as a British accent ... no typical accent to represent the whole of the island. Britain has a ridiculous amount of different accents and each has their own distinct stereotypes. Today, we have Kelvinside accents (Glasgow "Posh"), Dubliner (Colin Farrell), Brummie (Ozzy Ozbourne), Bristolian (Vicky Pollard), Cockney (Michael Caine), Mockney (Jamie Oliver) South-Welsh (Catherine Zeta-Jones), Scouse (The Beatles), and the list goes on. Basically, every region has its own accent. In some areas people can tell which village someone who lives nearby is from by listening to them speak. These stereotypes are sadly hard to escape on British TV. American TV largely avoids this by not distinguishing between different regions of Britain at all.

Now, I actually don't have a British accent per se. To be precise, it's an English accent: the standard, non-regional form called Received Pronunciation (RP). The term "received" originally meant "that which is generally accepted" or "that accepted by the best society". It's a cultivated variety, a bit controlled, certain words are supposed to be said in a certain way to be considered RP. It's also non-local which means it's not confined to a specific geography. And it isn't ethnic, either, which means you don't have to come from English parents. Notice how many "theatre-trained" Americans such as Kelsey Grammer (Frasier) as well as Australian actors like Geoffrey Rush use this accent (or a form of it) instead of their own regional varieties.

2. I'm not British and I don't have to be.
See above: RP is non-regional and non-ethnic. I don't have be from anywhere or be anyone else. Filipinos forget(?) that RP is an international standard just like General American. As a matter of fact, RP was already the international standard (and the only one at that) ages before any American accent was heard outside the Atlantic.

3. Stop arguing Merriam-Webster pronunciation with me.
Because I use Ox-bridge. And arrogant as it may sound, we were first. Now, imagine you're in a spelling bee, and they have you spell "the quality of an object or substance with respect to light reflected by the object". Will it be "colour" or "color"? I used to always use just colour, but had to grudgingly use color at certain times. School teachers can be a little inconsistent around here and it can get annoying. Some will teach you it's "programme"; some "program". The historical mixture of British and American teaching models has given countless Filipinos the false impression that all English dialects are ultimately the same stuff, and you can use their grammar and spelling rules interchangeably.

Today, there are currently two international standards as far as dictionaries and teaching methods are concerned: the elder British (Ox-bridge) and younger American (Merriam-Webster). Canada is somewhat torn between the two whilst Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa follow British standards almost fully. All other non-native varieties also follow either. Singaporean English follows British, Philippine English follows(?) American, Indian English follows British, etc.

4. Look, I can't go any more neutral than this.
If you work for a call centre, you are bound to hear the absurd notion of "the" "neutral accent". Neutrality will always be relative. Neutral from whose perspective? They should be a lot more specific, really. Something like: "Team, because you're Filipinos and we're going to speak with Americans, it would be best to use a compromise between their General American and your own ugly local accents, okaaay?"

As far as my ancestry is concerned, my accent can't go any more neutral than this. This is my neutral accent. I'm pretty Euro-centric.

Let's put it this way: If I were a Scot from Edinburgh, the neutral accent to me would definitely be Edinburgh Scottish (and even there, you're bound to hear variations). This is why many Manilans think they're "accent-less". Because they live in the capital and their dialect (Manila Tagalog) is the basis of the standard (Filipino). Had the capital been in Batangas City, saying 'ala e' would be standard, wouldn't you think?

5. You've got an accent, too.
Despite popular belief, we all speak with an accent. It's all a matter of perspective. The unaware speaker naturally finds his own accent quite "accent-less". Our neighbours in Manila might not realise it, but they all speak with a distinct Manila Tagalog accent which, as a Caviteño, I find quite dull and lifeless.

6. Philippine English is not wrong.
Some American-educated Filipinos including those "re-educated" in call centres think that the localised variant of English (ie Philippine English) is wrong. Philippine English may not be an international standard but it's not wrong, either. We can't say that one variety is more correct than the other, especially when English is such a pluricentric language. It's perfectly fine to use Philippine English! 

A fair warning, though: Your audience is key. Unique phrases in Philippine English may be interpreted differently when speaking with foreigners.

7. Respect regional differences.
The father is not the son. Whilst it's true that Australian and New Zealander are both primarily descended from 18th century London English, and that the more affluent Aussies and Kiwis actually use a form of RP, the islands of Australia and New Zealand however have native varieties of their own. And it would be best to respect these differences.


And because I'm bad with endings, I'll stop here.

Last modified: 4 March 2011

Tuesday, 15 April 2008

There Is No Such Thing As Homosexuality

There, I've said it - there is no such thing as homosexuality. Now before a gay-rights lynch mob arrives to sodomize convince me otherwise, let me make it clear that I don't think that heterosexuality truly exists either.

I think that one of the problems with modern westernized societies is we have set up this false "either/or" dichotomy when it comes to our sexual identities. People are regarded as either completely heterosexual or completely homosexual with very little wiggle room in between (perhaps a few bisexuals who can't make up their minds). Rather, I think that each of us falls somewhere along a sexual continuum - a bell curve somewhat skewed towards the heterosexual side of the equation.

In ancient societies, as well as in many current ones outside of the western world, this concept was well understood. The ancient Greeks are perhaps the most famous example. Although the literature is full of examples of rampant homosexual behaviour, very few would have identified themselves as gay. They were merely sexual beings doing what they felt like without regard to labels. Over the past few millenia, western society somehow lost that connection and has thus suffered under a strict, sexually repressive moral code.

In a way it has only been the freedom of the Internet that has once again revealed the full depth of human sexual desire and the diverse ways in which those urges can be expressed. It has shown that there is so much out there that can't be easily pigeonholed into neat little categories.

So where do we go from here? The gay rights movement has served an important role in liberating all of our sexualities, but I think it is now time to move past such labels and embrace a true sexual continuum for all people. At least I think that has to be the ultimate goal.

Posted by Brian at 20:32 Wednesday, 9 April 2008


14 comments
Anonymous said...

Also, Aboriginals see sexuality as being on a continuum.Some even have up to 8 genders in their traditions. Traditionally they do not have our western "gay" or "straight" boxes that we tend to want to shove people into. sexuality is not as static as society would like us to believe

Interesting topic!

Laurie said...

I've always explained to people that I think homosexuality and heterosexuality fall along the same continuum. My ex-husband is gay, but as we have a son, he probably falls closer to the center. His partner, who can't even think about being with a woman obviously falls a couple of standard deviations farther out.

Anonymous said...

Lets be honest Brian. Any gay mob would have to have pretty low standards to 'sodomize' a fatty like you. Too many burgers?

AphroditeRising said...

My sentiments exactly. Hence my latest blog, LOL. Hey, maybe my DNA test would point to greek origins?

Yet another interesting point you've made. Cheers!

A.

seventyandtwo said...

Alláh-u-abhá Brian,

I agree wholeheartedly. I have an aunt who says "I am not a lesbian, I just have never met the right man to make me straight" and I think we all fall along those lines. I think the most heterosexual of us are just far more attracted to women, and far more socio-culturally comfortable with that aspect of their sexuality.

As someone who has come to realize relatively recently that I am equally attracted to both gender, I have noticed how strong my culturally ingrained "straightness" is.

Attraction ought not need to fit into a label. We are attracted to who we are attracted too, and that should be label enough.

God Bless,
Ruhi (Gerald)

Aldrin F.T. said...

There we go. *THUMBS UP* Excellent one, Brian. Simply done yet beautifully.

seventyandtwo said...

(double post)

The Ridger, FCD said...

Ah, but until gay rights are set, how many people will be willing to go over to that end of the spectrum? It's not time to stop fighting yet.

Which doesn't mean I don't agree with you about the spectrum, because I do.

the chaplain said...

Over the past few millenia, western society somehow lost that connection and has thus suffered under a strict, sexually repressive moral code.

There's no question about how the connection was lost, is there?

Mercurious said...

I think you're absolutely right on this. Surely there is something libidinous about the male penchant for bonding through sports, for example.

Same gender sexual activity in prisons, for example, is far in excess of the incidence of classic homosexuality in the general population. This suggests you're right: sexuality is sexuality.

Aldrin F.T. said...

By the way, Brian, permission to cross-post in my blog please? With your name and url of course.

sacred slut said...

I've thought this for some time. I consider myself primarily hetero, but I did have an intense sexual crush on a colleague at one time. She was married, so I never said anything, but I imagine if I thought she had been receptive I might have done...

I think if there weren't this strict delineation people might fall in love (or just lust) and have sex with either gender at various times. Gay people are more likely to have experimented this way, it seems.

Brian said...

Great comments everybody (except for the wit who called me a fatty). I especially like the personal stories that have backed up my thoughts.

Aldrin, yes you have my permission to cross-post.

Chaplain, in that exact paragraph you're talking about I started spelling out the somehow a little more clearly, but I didn't want to sidetrack the main point.

It is starting to seem obvious that most people would act very different if there wasn't this strict seperation of sexual choices. Far from being "immoral", I think embracing our true sexualities might actually be the healthiest thing we could do psychologically.

jeber said...

From those of us who have been trying for years to express this point, substantiated by our own lives, thank you.

There's too much either/or, black/white thinking on a host of topics. Life is far more gray than many people make it out to be.

Saturday, 12 April 2008

A Name For Something So Complex



People are always asking what I call my "religion". The simplest truth is that it does not have a name, nor should it be expected to have one. Cults have names (Cult of Christ); so do movements (Christianity) and institutions (Roman Catholic Church). But religion in its raw form shall always be nameless like a god. Perhaps it can be called many names for the sake of comfort or articulation, but never just one. One cannot separate it and name it like fruit. It is spiritual culture; spiritual art. It cannot be contained in a box.


Mine is a religion of many names - reminding us that we can never confine it. It is a religion of blood and land, tied to ancestry and geography – where origin and future are a continuous line. A religion of here and there, past and present, experience, raw passion and cultivated philosophy, identity and consciousness, free thinking, logic and emotion, and conscience. It would probably take me a full day to describe it in words.


But Nana is a good name for my religion. It means mother or parent. It appeals to my sensibilities. It means origin, binding force, sustenance, birth, death, and so much more. Perhaps in casual speech, I can call it that.