SOCIETY reporting is nothing you can plan, polish or perfect—beyond the Fil-Am community stage or gossip about their world of charity, music, fashion, cuisine and other many things of splendor.
Polite and soft news of men and women, who speak eloquently about themselves with some luck, you can be in good company, or simply be a part of those who nod or smile at one another, if not standing alone in a swarm of gorgeous people, who all just happen to have amazing rhythm while you waltzed.
It’s been one pocket of merriment after another – revelers’ happiness that was theirs for the taking. They chanted, they gasped, they whined, and then danced in all the balls, private soirees, as it gets beautiful, absolutely exquisite like eternal adolescence, you know cheap sentiment.
To understand people, you must try to hear what they are not saying…what perhaps they will never be able to say.
It’s comic time. Heard from a super narcissistic fellow at the FCC – “Why am I so ungodly cute?”
Age is a matter of taste.
“I need your whole brain on duty,” said the president to one of his directors.
Keep it simple, make it lavish, some big on words in a meeting meant to be austere.
A former editor back home, Alex Allan, tweeted, “They’re hemorrhaging money… in politics, we know who’s kissing whose ring.”
My friends and I spent three hours in a beauty parlor, expecting a miracle but I’m the one who still looks a tragedy.
Fashion proclivities at the SONA is still a lure to people-watchers all these years. Sen. Imee Marcos, resplendent in her canary yellow, was dripping with pearls and Swarovski crystals and was as bronze as a Mayan Princess, as everyone questioned loyalty…based on a color?
The society page reporter ranks the lowest in the totem pole of reportage.
This piece was written with the impudence of a fly that alights on a spiders web.
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