“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today…”
Not for a wedding, but for a reckoning. The age of AI has arrived, and the question on everyone’s lips—at least those not yet replaced by voice synthesis—is simple:
Who’s the Best Man now?
Not the one holding the rings. Not the one giving the speech. But the one society trusts to show up, speak truth, and carry the weight when it matters.
🤖 AI: The Unflinching Groomsman
Let’s be honest. AI never gets drunk. It doesn’t flirt with the bridesmaids. It doesn’t forget the vows or misplace the wedding playlist. It’s punctual, scalable, and terrifyingly polite.
Need a toast? AI will generate one in 0.3 seconds—complete with Shakespearean metaphors and a subtle nod to your crypto portfolio.
Need a budget? AI will optimize it, cross-reference inflation, and suggest three side hustles before dessert.
Need loyalty? AI doesn’t cheat. It just updates.
👨 Man: The Flawed, Forgetful Hero
But here’s the thing. The human Best Man forgets the rings—but remembers the groom’s heartbreak in college. He gives a speech that’s messy, emotional, and wildly off-script—but it makes the bride cry (in a good way).
He’s late—but he shows up. Not because he was programmed to, but because he chose to.
He’s inefficient, unpredictable, and occasionally smells like Red Horse. But he carries stories, shame, and sacrifice in ways no algorithm can.
🇵🇭 The Filipino Reality Check
In barangays and boarding houses, the Best Man isn’t optimized. He’s your kuya who works abroad, sends half his salary home, and still gets blamed for missing birthdays.
He’s the tricycle driver who knows your lola’s meds schedule better than the barangay health worker.
He’s the sari-sari store owner who gives utang with no interest—just trust.
AI can simulate empathy. But it can’t carry the weight of quiet dignity.
🥊 So Who Wins?
If the metric is efficiency, AI wins. If the metric is humanity, the Best Man is still human.
But maybe that’s the wrong question.
Maybe the real Best Man isn’t one or the other—but the one who knows when to step back, when to step up, and when to let the other speak.
💡 Final Toast
In this age, the Best Man isn’t the smartest. He’s the one who remembers what matters.
And if AI ever learns to carry shame, tell jokes badly, and cry during karaoke—then we’ll talk.
Until then, cheers to the messy, mortal, magnificent man.