
Chronicles of a caffeinated critic in loafers
THEY say, write what you know.
Ethel Mae Gabutina is a compelling voice in Mindanaoan social commentary, known for her incisive analysis and a deeply rooted commitment to civic discourse. As a columnist and social critic, she moves beyond the headlines to explore the underlying currents of local governance, public policy, and the cultural shifts shaping Northern Mindanao. Her writing is characterized by a balance of sharp scrutiny and community empathy, often challenging established narratives to advocate for transparency and marginalized voices. Whether dissecting the intricacies of legislative probes or reflecting on the evolving identity of the modern Kagay-anon, Ethel Mae provides a platform for critical thought and meaningful dialogue. Through her opinion pieces, she invites readers to look closer at the world around them, making her one of the region’s most consistent and thought-provoking commentators.
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THEY say, write what you know.

THE castings are over, the tarpaulins are gone, and so are the motorcades that block traffic like they were entitled to a police escort from God. But the fairy godmothers in Barong? Their magic lingers — especially in the hearts of those who received their “blessings” just weeks before castings.

Four women, no sugar, and a friendship steeped in time, truth, and caffeine.

I promised myself I would hold my tongue when it comes to commentary. I’ve written my fair share of rants, closed the iPad, and told myself, “That’s it. Enough!” But here we are again.

“TELL me what your favorite book is, and I’ll tell you who you are.” It’s a popular quote among the literati. But allow me to offer a minor revision: “Tell me what your favorite book still is, and I’ll tell you you’ve stopped evolving.”
CLICHÉ as it may sound, we often hear that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and nowhere is that more obvious than during election season.

I’LL admit it — I’ve been unusually compassionate in my last two columns.

THERE’S a peculiar talent humanity has mastered: clapping for the wrong person. History is full of standing ovations for tyrants, creeps, and opportunists in expensive shoes. Applauding is easier than protesting — and far safer.

SOME distinguished gentlemen age like fine wine. Others like vinegar — bitter, acidic, overly full of themselves, and best kept sealed.

SEVEN is supposed to be the age of reason. But in today’s world, it’s also the age of brand-building, creative direction, and strong opinions on centerpieces.

BACK in the day, good manners and right conduct were enough.

OFFICE cliques are seen as the territory of employees — staff huddled in coffee corners or restrooms, swapping inside jokes and trading knowing glances. They’re typically talked about in hushed tones, framed as symbols of exclusivity and office politics. We expect them to form among officers, staff, or between new hires and veterans. But what happens when the cliques aren’t among employees but among the leaders themselves?