GRETCHEN BARRETTO is a name to reckon with. Of course we are all aware of how she came to stay in our celluloid schemes and smoked our pipedreams like a dragonette addicted to the scent of fame. Her mistiza allure hypnotized an audience who at some time were getting nauseous with a certain Cristina Gonzales ; another mistiza who showed the peripherals of her privates in such a titillating way that made young boys touch themselves more than the usual. GRETA as she was called later, grabbed the ST queen crown scepter, sash and bouquet and declared Gonzales a goner. Her affairs with men were mere speculations and when the time was ripe she settled to become the mistress of a playboy/millionaire who sired her a daughter in his image. This time , she wracks our family values by warring with her siblings and parents. If you carefully decipher the codes written on her botoxed face, you will see that the iceberg has melted. She has exposed immoral secrets and assured the world that the family , as an institution is soluble and worthless if its members are loosely related to the rational prerequisites of society. At a recent awards night, she smirked and bellowed sarcasm towards inane questions by cretinous reporters who wanted some blood. GRETA is not a lady. She has never been one. Perhaps we should not totally judge her but rather regard her case as someone who has not absorbed the deeper essence of being a woman, a mortal, a citizen, a daughter, a sister, a mother … she has settled for what is easier to achieve and that is being a BITCH.