Manolo Quezon, some of us may have almost missed reading, wrote on wickedness and the attraction of immorality in his latest column in the Inquirer. Quezon writes a pseudo-paean to vice, in effect saying that in order to fully appreciate goodness, some wickedness must be present, if only to provide contrast.
It was Oscar Wilde who wrote (was it in Salome?) that morality is nothing more but the standard we apply for people we do not know. A character from Brecht's Good Person of Setzuan also lamented the loss of joie de vivre when she quipped: It was when I was bad that I felt so alive. Michael Jackson in his red leather jacket also let the whole world know in the 1980s that he was Bad.
Related reading on the same vein can be found in the latest issue of the New Humanist, Rob Colson's Why I strive for an amoral existence.
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