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Baguio Poor?

My post on Stand Up Against Poverty unexpectedly got a debate started on whether or not people in Baguio are poor! Are we or are we not? Are they or are they not? Are you or are you not?

Lisa wrote a long piece on her blog, re-examining her definition of poor, and explaining her own attitudes towards 'it'. Be sure to read the comments too!

Here is what Stand Up Against Poverty is all about. I think it's a little bit more than just a worldwide whine.

I've read several relevant posts by Bill Bilig, that may not deal with the definition of poverty directly but this post on vegetable farmers and this post on hunger, for example, add on more dimensions to the way we could approach a debate on 'poor or not'. Comments on Bill's blog are also well worth the extra minutes.

My own piso-mind shall remain in the comments boxes. I do not feel entitled to speak on the matter at length, although I know people who could speak from experience and I wish they would. They would be doing so from very different, interesting places. Their stories here, in the future.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Whenever I walk thru Session Road and see the motor vehicles there, I say Baguio is not poor.

But if Wendy's cannot survive here or Burger King will not dare open an outlet, I say Baguio is poor. -Resty

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