When Teacher-YouTubers do Poverty Porn


During the lockdown, we killed our time watching YouTube videos. With views catapulting and subscriptions skyrocketing, YouTubers earned their coveted silver and gold play buttons while reeking fat paychecks from Google AdSense.

The opportunity to earn extra attracted many to start their own channels and scramble to create their own videos. Teachers also created content for the video-sharing platforms. Some converted their lessons into videos. Some made the answer keys to assessments in our Virtual In-Service Training as the subject of their videos.

Some videos are helpful, like video tutorials on how to activate our DepEd-issued SIM and how to reset our overused printers. But some are mere click baits, like the release of 13th-month pay that could have been stated in one or two sentences but made into a five-minute-long video.

But creating only work-related and educational videos will not give teacher-YouTubers the x number of views in an x amount of time for them to get monetized and receive ad revenue from Google. The competition is fierce. It is an uphill climb against established YouTubers, celebrities, and even media networks. Work-related videos reach only a fraction of teachers, while educational videos rarely attract students. Teacher-YouTubers have to diversify their content.

Recently, I came across a teacher-YouTuber who has been uploading stories about people who are in impoverished situations. He uploaded a series of videos about siblings “abandoned” by their parents. The titles of the videos resemble the titles of videos on the YouTube channel of a front-runner senatorial candidate. They are click baits– intriguing, suspenseful, and often misleading. He inundated his YouTube channel with images of people living in dire conditions. These miserable images are called poverty porn.

Wikipedia defines poverty porn as any type of media, be it written, photographed or filmed, which exploits the poor’s condition in order to generate sympathy for selling newspapers, increasing charitable donations, or support for a cause. This definition needs to be expanded to include other forms of media; television, cinema, and the internet. Poverty porn brings good TV ratings. Poverty porn may not be a box-office hit, but again and again, become the subject of award-winning films. It can generate hits for websites and views for YouTubers. Hits and views draw advertisements, which in return provide revenue.

The internet, most specifically social media, pose additional dangers— what one posted online can stay in perpetuity and anyone can easily retrieve them in the future. The production of these poverty porns might inadvertently collect private data that may cause unforeseen harm to the subjects of the videos especially the minors. The traditional media often blur the faces of minors, a practice not observed by YouTube content creators.

The publication of stories of people in impoverished conditions on YouTube draws sympathy from viewers. Donations flow from subscribers who were moved by the images. Then there will be another content for posting, this time highlighting the generosity of the viewers.

Questions arise after the extro of these YouTube videos. Are the subjects of the videos entitled to a fraction of ad revenue from Google? Are the subjects exploited? And lastly, why are teachers even making videos about poor people?

Detox


My social media engagement had increased tremendously. Well, the algorithms work on me. Heart reacts increase my happy hormone and make me wanting for more. My wall turned into a journal.

Facebook is highly polarizing. I find myself unfollowing and blocking friends (in real world) whose political opinions differ from mine. Instead of being a medium interconnection Facebook prompt me to build walls around myself to insulate me from friends who are in the opposite side of the spectrum.

I refuse to be a product. The more I react and comment to posts, the more I reveal to bots my preferences and will bombard me with similar post to make me stay longer than what I intended. The longer I stay, the more ads they can feed me.

If I could utterly let go my digital presence, I already deactivated my Facebook account. As a teacher, I use my social media account to communicate to my students. I even manage two school related pages.

For now my solution is to delete Facebook app off from my phone to save my sanity.

Choco Pies


Sweet delights, since I’ve seen
in my handful screen;
I cannot wait to feel you inside
my yearning and craving mouth.

I want to unwrap them by myself
from translucent white sheet.
Their smell sipped by my sniff,
slowly kiss the luscious chocolate.

I will close my eyes to savor every taste,
might miss a breath and a heartbeat,
won’t stop until my tongue touches
your inside– your soft marshmallows.

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE FALSE END OF THE DECADE


Dear 2019,
Thank you for not being the real end of this decade; I still have 365 days to procrastinate on writing my reflection how I live my life for the last ten years. It is a bittersweet decade, so far. I met Ricky Lee in the book launch of Amapola. I watched dozens of art films at Cine Adarna and EDSA Shang. I finally graduated from being an NGSB and at last earned a college degree. I voted for Miriam last presidential election. I witnessed the blue moon, red moon, and super moon; but missed the annular solar eclipse. I might not be alive to witness the next “ring of fire”. I finally decided to love the Oxford comma.
I promise I will not do the same mistake I did 20 years ago; I celebrated the start of the new millennium a year earlier. But don’t cry 2019, you will always be special. It is during your watch when my favorite TV shows– Game of Thrones and The Big Bang Theory– aired their final seasons. I took the PhiLSAT, anxiously waited for the results, passed it, got admitted to Law School, subscribed to Lex In Motion, and then SC declared PhiLSAT unconstitutional. The naïve side of me expects for the refund of testing fee to buy Rules of Court Codal. And for the first time since I started paying withholding tax, I became a government employee. So rest assured that your pages in my life will be forever dog-eared.
 
Before you take a bow at the curtain call, I want to thank you as well for being a reminder I’m not the lone person who sucks at Math and History. There is no 0 BC nor 0 AD. When counting years, we started at 1 not at 0. Don’t forget A.D. stands for anno Domini (Medieval Latin and means “in the year of the Lord”). We are counting the years we enjoy the presence of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
 
Cheers!
 
Struggling specially with numbers,
Ped

Ako ang May Sala


Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

N’ong oras ng leksiyon nag-excuse ka papunta sa kubeta

Ano bang kinakain mo, bakit ka palaging may diarrhea?

Paalam mo lang ay mag-CR kung saan-saan ka naglamierda.

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Noong pinabasa kita ng istorya, FB ang iyong inuna.

Papalya ba ang utak mo kung ‘di makaselfie sa tuwina?

Kung gusto mo lang mag-OOTD, mag-artista ka na!

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Ilang linggo akong naghintay sa report mong ipepresenta

N’ong deadline na saka ka lang gumawa, kaya resulta–

Basura! Copy-paste na mali-mali pa!

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Minsa ka na nga lang magpakita,

Sa leksiyon ko nag-ingay ka pa.

Kung hindi ka natulog, tumakas ka pa.

 

Ako ang may sala sa mababa mong marka,

Pa-exam kong “too basic”, pinintasan at kinutya.

Ako’y mabait, pinagbigyan ko ang henyo sa eskwela,

Ngunit sagot mong maganda sa internet kinopya.

Umaga, Tanghali at Hapon


Umaga

Hinihintay ang bawat umaga

Sa pagkasabik na ika’y makita.

Anumang puyat ay nawawala

Sa mabining ngiti nitong dalaga.

 

Kung may magtatanong, kung

para kanino ako bumabangon?

Mabilis na “Ikaw” ang aking itutugon

O kape ko sa malamig na panahon.

 

Tanghali

Tanghalian ko ay laging magana

Kung kung ikaw ang aking kasama.

Ikaw ang init sa malamig na kanin.

Ikaw sa matabang kong ulam ay asin.

 

Sana ay hindi na matapos ang tanghali

Para ang ligaya ko ay hindi na mabali.

Sana ay hindi na matapos ang tanghali

Nang makasama pa ang sa aki’y nagpapangiti.

 

Hapon

At sa maghapong pagtatrabaho

Ang aking tanging consuelo

Kung sa pag-uwi ay magkasabay tayo.

Sabay tayo, pero di tayo at di magiging tayo:

 

Tubig at langis na di magiging mixture,

North at south poles sa gitna — equator.

Sayang, inaaral ko na ang puberty sa T.H.E.

Noong unang lumabas si Jolens sa tv.