Well, it’s been a rather eventful month, but I won’t go into all of it just yet, even though a couple of really exciting and stressful things happened to me and my kid in Hong Kong.
One important thing that is going on now, is that I’ve decided to hold writing workshops while I’m in Manila. So I put together a programme, wrote up some press releases, bought some Facebook ads, and then…watched the trolls and assholes roll in. I really feel like people in Manila have gotten a lot ruder, to the point that I wonder whether Manila people (I can’t speak for the rest of the country) may be the rudest people I’ve encountered.
And then, I’m getting messages and comments from people berating me for charging too much for the course. I’ve done my research on the prices of similar workshops in the city, and they’re solidly within the same price range (perhaps even a little lower) than other workshops. If they’re receiving the same amount of bullshit that I am, I sympathize.
Here’s the thing, and I’m not going to lie about the realities of life in Third World countries: these workshops aren’t for people who can’t afford them. Since these workshops are in English (yes, I understand how it’s problematic, and I am also aware that I am a problematic person who has benefited from postcolonial privileges), the people who will benefit most from them are those who already have a good grasp of the language. That means that they’ve gone to “good” schools, which also means that they or their families have money. Considering that an hour of my workshop is the equivalent of a drink and a muffin at Starbucks, I think these people can easily afford it.
It’s not fair, I know. I’m part of a system that provides more opportunity and access to rich people who don’t deserve them any more than other people do. And yet in Manila, I find myself in an odd position akin to impoverished European aristocrats–I’m clearly privileged and have advantages that other people don’t, but at the end of the day, to the truly rich and powerful, this means nothing because in real-world terms, I need to keep working in order to have enough money to eat and pay for other things since I’m not the beneficiary of anything, not even child support. I don’t exactly want to prey on people who are worse off than I am, so I must turn to those who are wealthier.
I’m not asking for sympathy or pity–there are millions of other people more deserving of this–but my way of dealing with situations is by analyzing them to death, so please bear with me because I am an Enneagram Type 5. I’m hoping that it’s clear that I’m simply being honest here, as much as one person can be honest and objective.
Asshole: How much? Customer service pls
Has your blood started boiling yet? I used to play Pico on Newgrounds and that entire conversation made me want to Pico his fucking ass, but I’ll leave it to Hive to express my feelings.