While conducting research on the living conditions of farmers in Bohol, I found myself talking to a young basketweaver from Calape (a 4th class municipality a few miles from Tagbilaran). In the middle of our conversation, she suddenly blurted out, “Ate, if I get to the poblacion, will you help me make a Friendster account? I heard that you can marry foreigners through it.”
"Huh? Who told you that?!" I was aghast, not only because I am a feminist, but because it has always been a time-revered tradition that Boholanas were pretty, timid and sweet lasses who just stay at home and cook you the finest inun-onan (fish stewed in vinegar and garlic).
She smiled at my shock and calmly told me that her cousin worked as a dancer in a restaurant-bar in Panglao and was fortunate enough to have met an American benefactor. Note that she didn’t say her cousin married the foreigner—he was just a benefactor. She didn’t mind that her cousin could be a victim of exploitation or that dancers and waitresses in bars often become commercial *** workers.
Certainly I was no stranger to prostituted women, having studied them in school (as a Psychology major) and later as a volunteer for GABRIELA. I knew that in this poverty-stricken country many women are pushed to the flesh trade. I also knew that for most women from C and D classes, marrying or attaching themselves to a foreigner is the only way out of poverty.
“Hayahay na siya ron, Ate. Naa na siya balay ug nakanegosyo na siya. Swerte gyud ta kun makaminyo og Amerkano kay madato gyud ta (She’s well-off now, Miss. She now has a house and a small business. We would be lucky if we marry an American because we will surely become rich),” the young girl said to me, referring to her cousin. She went on to explain that the latter recommended her to register in Friendster (an online social network) so that she can meet foreigners and chat with them.
"Aren't you afraid that you might get molested by a foreigner, day?" I told her. "Many women have been raped by foreigners that they originally met on the internet. And even if they marry you, most of them are old. Do you want to marry a 70-year old?"
She laughs and said with a naughty grin, "Ate, mao gyud bitaw nga tigulang ang ako pilion. Kay di na siya makabuhat og kuan...kibaw na ka...hahaha...tiguwang na gud! (That's why I'd choose someone old. Because he cant do it...you know...because he's old!)"
All this from an 17-year-old living in a small sitio of Calape, which I had to reach an hour by habal-habal (motorcycle) and another 30 minutes on foot across rice paddies and coconut groves. When I signed up for Friendster, I did so only because I wanted to find and reconnect with old friends. But for the poor farmer's daughter, a Friendster account might help her find a foreigner to marry and lift her family from poverty.
I nearly told the girl, "Do you know that this American guy added me up on MySpace saying 'Asians are hot. Wanna show me your tits?"
The hope shining in her eyes stopped me. My heart ached for her; but I just gave her a comforting pat on the shoulders and said, "Okay. Who knows? Maybe you'll find a good man. But first, let's talk about your rights as a woman. Do you know them?"
She shook her head and we smiled at each other. A poor farmer's daughter may not know about the dangers of meeting foreigners online. But she knows a good girl-talk when she meets one.
source:
Kei Talks, Stalk not. - What does Friendster mean to a farmer's daughter?