What a year that was.
We say that often to tell ourselves how relieved we are to have made it through such a trying time. But what year that has passed isn’t? Every year we take off our calendars is a year we are glad we survived. Granted, some years are more interesting than others. Or more dangerous.
How did last year turn out? It was a dizzying mix of both. To wit, in rapid fire: Pastor Hokage. Aftermath of Tinder culture. Stashing. Breadfacing turns to Breadcrumbing. Ghosting. Dear David. Marlou is Dead. Xander Ford. Nyeam Gaza. Supreme. Bitcoin. Young entrepreneurs. Viral sensations turned authors. Social media influencers. Neon lit bars and restos. a e s t h e t i c millennials. Blurry film photos. Escolta. Food parks. Food porn turns What’s your ulam? Lodi. Werpa. Elyu. FOMO.
Classic Pare Titos and Titas of Manila. Hugh Hefner. Chester Bennington. Jonghyun. Mental health awareness breaches the mainstream. #Metoo. “Real” Twitter stories. Unsurprising sexual harassment in the music scene. Despacito. Baby Shark. The Last Jedi angering rabid Star Wars fans. Wonder Woman. Gal Gadot for feminism. Gal Gadot against feminism? Campy catfights on TV. Ika-6 Na Utos. Wildflower. K-dramas. Nadine, “C’mon, guys, it’s 2017.”
Indie films that aren’t boring or too deep. Birdshot. Respeto. I’m Drunk I Love you. Kita Kita. Empoy. Pangit is the new pogi. John Lloyd’s triple shit. Ang Probinsyano will never die. June Mar’s boring, predictable 4th MVP. Volleyball becomes more popular than basketball. egames as professional sport. Triathlons. Keto diet. Intermittent fasting. Diet deliveries. Angkas. Uber. Grab. LTFRB. Carmageddon. Yellow lane. Motorycle lane. HOV lane. LRT woes. Dashcam.
EO 26, the nationwide smoking ban. Bullies in Congress. The Senate. Malacañang. Resurgence of trapos. Philippine Rise. China building an island in our backyard. Dengvaxia. Sass Sassot vs CNN. Thinking Pinoy. Leila De lima. Mocha. Martial Law in Mindanao. Quiapo bombing. Resorts World gunman.
The war in Marawi. The war on drugs. Kill list. The war between tards on social media.
Slow death of the printed word.
That last one we hope to survive year after year, well into the future.