Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Smith-ten

My female officemates are going gaga over Smith. Much more when they saw this picture and the gazillion of photos in news and the Internet. Not even an tinge of sympathy was poured over Nicole's fate. After being convicted, Daniel Smith immediately assumed a celebrity status. Sam Milby, move over.

I came across an account of this recent news on Howie Severino's blog. There's also an interesting debate on this specific entry.

Mr. Smith went to Subic

Gender relations, RP-US relations, priest-flock relations -- there's a lot to debate in this case aside from the meaning of rape.


Whatever they felt about the guilty verdict for US serviceman and now convicted rapist Daniel Smith, my female and gay colleagues all agreed, "Ang guapo!" Then they wondered about the victim Nicole (an alias), whose face has been hidden in the media. "Is she pretty?" someone asked. "No," replied one documentary researcher in the know. "But her sister is." Continue reading

1 comment:

insulare said...

hahaha!

uban ana muingon pa, "pwede makorner?" or "magpalahi ko ana".

anyway, rape would always be rape for the victim. meaning she did not enjoy the lovemaking no matter how handsome the partner is.

for us guys, this is my campaign... "NO TO RAPE". bahala nag maglaway sila sa atoa. haha!

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