Modernity has gone GaGa over self-expression, self-definition, self-actualization, and a host of other similarly vain enterprises, all premised mostly on differentiating one's (physical) self from everybody else. On this altar to the self, the self is sacrificed" split right up the middle to bare the heart and all its dark secrets, photographed and uploaded and "liked" on Facebook, dissected and reassembled to form an ideal simulacrum, a unique simulacrum that screams look at me I, I am special. And everybody else looks on in admiration, agrees, and tries to create for themselves such an idol.
When everyone is obsessed with looking good, you can see then how the veil seems like a horror. How it makes women drab and shapeless. How Communist-ly homogeneous everyone ends up as. They say it is the ultimate hindrance to liberation, when what they actually mean by liberation is staking out a place for the self in the public eye.
But I say, how comfortingly anonymous it must be. I think that similar to how anonymity is allowed on the net, the same freedom should be accorded in real life. Even in the most public of places, it must feel reassuringly private behind the veil.
I was so engrossed in this chain of thought that I forgot to get off at Shaw Boulevard; I got off at Ortigas instead and walked back to Starmall to wait for my friend. To while away the time, I window-shopped at the different stalls in the food court. I made it all the way around before finally deciding to get Earth & Sky iced tea at the Deliciously Done, Food and Drinks store. Earth & Sky because of the high school nostalgia it inspires and Deliciously Done, Food and Drinks because of the implicit promise borne in their