Behold ladies and gentlemen the foremost authority in contemporary philosophy, the so-called mother of the Philippines, Imelda Marcos! In all seriousness, it is not in the intention or the sincerity of her actions that I criticize the wife of the country's greatest leaders, whether one wants to accept that or not, but it is in her utterly extravagant sense of self-entitlement that gets on my nerves. Meekness, in every sense of the word, is not a term that is familiar to Mrs. Marcos. Such notion is clearly evident in the way she projects herself in public and how, even within the comforts of her own home, the importance on utmost beauty is of highest priority.
The concept of beauty is central to the dear lady's philosophical outlook on life and service, almost scarily so. Yes, I do believe an there is a clear lack of focus on the cultural aspect of development in the country. The reason, however, for such stems from the fact that the need for culture can only be attained and properly appreciated when certain more basal human needs are fulfilled. The fact of the matter is that it seems quite unnecessary for such large quaffs of money to have been spent on the enhancement of beauty of a country that has trouble even keeping its most of its citizens above the poverty line.
All in all, she may have the best of intentions, though one can never truely be sure, but the question lies in the necessity of her agenda. Is it right that we have a large film and cultural center whilst the people who live around it are in squalor. In the end, no matter how much one tries to hide the scent of feces, in the end, feces it will still remain.
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