My friend reports that there is actually a campaign to Not have Charice on the TV musical Glee because she does not have an American accent and is not pretty enough, ergo not a proper “representative” of the Filipino. I hadn’t realized the Philippines was in Scandinavia. (Or Brazil, depending on skin tone.) Excuse me, perky blue-eyed blondes with chiseled features, straight noses and long legs, most Filipinos look like Charice. Perhaps when you are president you can make us wear paper bags on our heads, but for now we are perfectly happy to have someone short, brown, and flat-nosed (pango) out there on the world stage, making the competition sound like they have laryngitis.
Denouncing Charice for her looks is like knocking down Manny Pacquiao for his English pronunciation: It’s beside the point. No one questions the importance of appearance in this image-conscious era, but talent still overrides all other considerations.
Then again the talentless are always resentful.
techopath123: Those people who said that were huge A-holes! I love Charice not cuz she’s Filipino unlike the rest of the population, but cuz she HAS talent. She may not be THAT pretty, but who cares, she passed the audition, that means SHE CAN HANDLE THE ROLE. The haters are probably just jealous of her talent…”—Jessica Zafra (via eft) (via pinoytumblr) (via liantics)
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