The Construct

My previous post on the Loverage 3 aftermath surely got some mileage. Thanks to the people who linked to it via Plurk and their blogs. Quite interesting reads too from Manolo and Marocharim.

I surely left some blurred and unexplained details in that one which now leads to an inevitable misinterpretation of my intentions. Oh yes, and it’s labeled as classism at its best. (Quite a detailed analysis, I might add, and I honestly appreciate such efforts.)

Now those hazy details, I think, led some readers to misinterpret parts of it. For one, the “versus” in “us versus them” isn’t simply defined by the barricades of the fair grounds. The “us” and “them” applies to many levels of reference which, in my laziness last Saturday, I didn’t bother to clarify. Tricky, actually, since one of the levels I was initially operating on was that mutual jolog-hating consensus of the UP crowd (which included friends, students, and colleagues) that night. Then I went on to jump at more general conclusions and that probably caused the confusion especially with Smoke‘s interpretation of my second to the last paragraph as rage. (Consider this blog as a continuous stream of consciousness that doesn’t get clipped at the end of each blog post.)

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I have always been critical of class distinctions in this blog. For the longest time, I evaded any real critical words particularly for those who hail from a social class less fortunate than my petty bourgeoisie. I still remember that playful post of mine that got some pretty amusing jests from the rest of the blogosphere.

But because of what happened last night until early this morning I will play the bias card and condemn the jologs. We were there when Loverage 3 happened, expecting to reminisce the good old UP Fair days that we enjoyed back when we were undergrads. But they spoiled it. They spoiled what could’ve also been a reunion of our college barkada, some of whom we have not seen for two years.

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And the Sunken Garden air will smell sweet and chocolate-y. Intoxicating. Why? ‘Cause it’s the UP Fair yet again. Booths. Bands. Babes. Anyway, I don’t know the complete schedules for each night (or the sponsors for each night). And since I’m playing the role of the supportive boyfriend, I’m plugging two nights (Tuesday and Friday).

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