I haven’t been to MLQ3’s blog for the longest time, what with life’s little things like work and my obsession with food going into overdrive but his entry on Malu Fernandez caught my eye. Another Bong Austero wannabe? Another Harvey Keh? My, it seems that if you have infamy in mind, the best route if you’re not artista material is to write something so controversial that it spreads like a virus and makes you an instant internet star.

Slap Happy has the scanned text of the article deemed offensive by members of the Pinoy blogosphere. A lot are calling for a boycott of the Manila Standard Today, where this woman apparently has a column.

(Side note: Interestingly, I may add, the Manila Standard Today is the very same newspaper where Bong Austero has a column and where Connie Veneracion aka Sassy Lawyer also has a column. Hmmm…the paper will definitely not get a subscription from me if I were in RP.)

Some are urging bloggers to send protest emails. Still, some are calling for Malu’s head on a silver, ehem, gold, ehem, platinum or whatever it is that so-called rich people have, platter.

Which brings me to what I think about the whole matter. Honestly, I pity Malu. She was trying to be witty but what she wrote obviously lacked wit and the dry humor that she so desperately wanted to emulate. This writing style can only be achieved by people who have mastered the craft of the written word. Even the best of us so-called writers do not get to reach this level ever in our entire lives even if we write day in and day out.

Her writing is a reflection of her deepest insecurities. Notice the name dropping of her fashionista friends? The mention of the ton of make-up on her carry-on that she needs to put on a face? The references to brand names like Louis Vuitton for her eyebags and whatever brand of expensive perfume to make her smell good? The mention of her LA-based friend with whom she has to synchronize vacations with? Everything says “I peg my self-esteem on things outside myself.” And it’s just plain sad that writing about a different place actually brought this to the fore.

I think what she wrote was just plain stupid observations and I fully blame her editor for not having the balls or the intelligence to edit these stupid observations. I am an OFW and proud of it. Double whammy for this insipid brainless wannabe socialite, my sister is based in Dubai because she works there.

I understand that being in the same place with a lot of OFWs may have its trying moments but it is no reason to write about it in a self-righteous I’m-higher-than-thou-way unless maybe you have gone through the experience of being an OFW yourself. And believe me if you have, no matter how sosyal you are, and yes, there are sosyal OFWs who also leave the country to experience living and working abroad, you may get irritated or roll your eyes at some classic Pinoy habits but you will never, ever write about them in that way.

If you were stuck in a plane and needed help, believe you me, you’d be glad you were with these OFWs than with any other nationality.

Here was what she wrote. Note to the magazine people, make sure that someone copy reads your material for grammar and typos. For chrissakes, you are a monthly and not a daily.

“However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them.

While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.

On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer. Jetting from the Aegean Sea to the Pacific may sound a bit pretentious until you wake up in economy class smelling like air freshener”