Even in our country where people predominantly still think that women get what they deserve (and that they had it coming) because of how they dress, it’s no wonder that sexual abuse victims would rather keep silent than kick the shit out of the real villains.
This Spotlight-like documentary that chronicled the disgusting cover-up made by USA Gymnastics to protect a pedophile in their organization was an incredibly tough watch. I used to really love gymnastics, probably the only Olympic event that I eagerly anticipated. I was one of the millions that cheered when Kerri Strug made that historic vault despite of an injured ankle. Finally knowing all the behind the scenes that led up to that moment broke my heart even more.
When all of the victims bravely stood and spoke before their abuser and called him out for being the monster that he was, I just couldn’t control my emotions. We really need to protect our kids. We really need to end victim-blaming. And most importantly, we really need to stop enabling these deplorables.
Your move, Viva Management.
Mukhang naubusan na ng Vicks jokes si Josep kaya inulit-ulit na lang ang clichéd nurse at karaoke references (pero seryoso hindi man lang in-update to videoke?).
Siguro maiiyak ako kung nagbayad ako ng Php7k for front row seats sa Solaire tapos ang mapapanood ko parang #PinoyFried episode ng It’s Showtime. Mas marami pa airtime ang clips pandering to a false sense of national pride at ibang guest acts kesa sa actual stand-up.
Yung feeling na sobrang excited ka manood at makinig sa mga relatable Pinoy jokes tapos ang makukuha mo breakdancers, ibang Fil-Am comedians talking about dick sizes, at si Iñigo Pascual.
To quote the real Pinoy Pride of 90 Day Fiancé, “Ngiii!!”.
Like a Seiko Films version of 50 Shades of Grey.
But seriously, I had to check for a moment if I was still watching on Netflix or I accidentally (don’t we all?) switched to PornHub instead.
One of my winning words as a Spelling Bee champ was IGLOOS (yes, the plural of igloo). Let that sink in.
Not as good as Spellbound, but still worth a watch just to see these amazing Indian-American kids compete in their version of the Super Bowl.
#TeamShourav all the way!!
Wait, Ashrita misspelled SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS, right?
I wish you’d look at me that way. Your beautiful eyes lookin’ deep into mine. Telling me more than any words could say, but you don’t even know I’m alive…
But seriously, this was one smart, well-directed thriller. I devoured even some of the cheesy touches (Elisabeth Moss’ character was nicknamed Cee, wink wink). It reminded me a bit of J.Lo’s Enough, except that Cee fought back using her tortured brain instead of her knuckles.
Sometimes we really keep searching for that missing link in our lives even when that person has always been with us all along.
Anya Taylor-Joy as Cher Horowitz rollin’ with her 19th century homies was a total Betty. (Gwyneth who?)
This is a man’s world, but it wouldn’t be nothing without a woman or a girl.
If you’re still not yet a fan of the fantabulous Margot Robbie, this will definitely convert you into one. Harley seeking revenge for the murder of her bacon and egg sandwich is my kind of life coach.
I also found it oddly funny that Cassandra Cain was played by half-Pinoy Ella Jay Basco and her character was an expert snatcher. Hahahaha! #PinoyFried indeed.
“If I get bad press for saying, ‘Don’t put a homophobic racist in office’, then I get bad press for that. I really don’t care.
I think that it is so frilly and spineless of me to stand onstage and go, ‘Happy Pride Month, you guys!’, and then not say this when someone’s literally coming for their neck.”
Now that’s what a meme President should actually be doing. I love you so much, Tay-tay!! ❤️❤️❤️