Count. Me. Out.
On another (juicy?) note, my recent piece in the Inquirer is about dealing with bad hair moments, hence, the headbanded photo of Leighton Meester a.k.a. Gossip Girl’s Blair Waldorf. Click here if you’ve missed it, or check out the archive on the righthand side of the page. Next week’s piece should be fun, tips on how to get out of a beauty rut, wherein I detail last Saturday’s delicious trip to the M.A.C. store with Filipino makeup maven Marge Enrique, now based in L.A.
Hey! I read about those articles you mentioned in PDI! :P
ReplyDeleteGood for you! Don't sink to the gossip level. :)
Hi, Katherine! Thanks! :)
ReplyDeleteExactly what was the rumor, friend? I know you hate being talked about in a negative manner, especially if it's a lie. We all do, but if there's anything I learned about being gossiped about, it's this: Gossip is evil and you truly cannot do anything about it. Like you said, if you protest, it will fuel it. And they'll never believe you anyway.
ReplyDeleteIf all the gossip I heard about me were true, I'd have lost my virginity to 30 boys at varying times, been many times pregnant, had them all aborted, stole at least 50 boyfriends, and have tons of bastards, too. Incredible. My life is such an open book--everyone can see my life! And yet nasty false rumors like those surface again and again.
Mariel, who is this person? You bet I'll smash his face in. Men love to gossip. They do it better than us women. And ang sosyal naman--sa NY pa nag-seek ng refuge yung supposed victim mo! And your "victim" should speak out, too. I'd hate it if someone said I ran away from a columnist, even if I happen to run away to New York. It just means I'm a sosyal coward. Or... whatever was written about me was actually true, hence the need to flee!
You keep warm and snug there, Neighbor. Don't let this bother you. Besides, only very important people get gossiped about. It's dumb consolation but it's true.