I’m Not Cute! I’m A Canadian!

So, I live in Canada, which to most readers means I’m your neighbor (or, as I would spell it, “neighbour”) to the North. As most of you are surely aware, the Royal Couple, Will and Kate (a.k.a. the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge), were up in these parts last week for a royal tour of the country. While here, the newlyweds played hockey, donned cowboy hats, rowed dragon boats, took a cooking class, and posed for photos with an actress dressed up as Anne of Green Gables. Watching the numerous news montages (and believe me, if there’s anything that the Canadian media do well, it’s making self-aggrandizing video montages), I was struck with a mixture of pride and annoyance: we came off like such a civilized people, a calm people, and just really freakin’ twee. Continue reading

Urban Snobbery: Stop Hating on the Suburbs

Like many people, I was saddened and a little angered by the unrest that broke out in Vancouver after last week’s Stanley Cup final. The destruction was ugly, violent, and ultimately just really really stupid and pointless. As people across Canada (and I’m guessing the States as well) shook their heads and started passing judgment on Canucks fans and the city of Vancouver, one common protest started ringing out from all of my Vancouverite Facebook friends and Twitter contacts: “The rioters weren’t even from Vancouver! They were from the suburbs!” Continue reading

I See London, I See France, I See Lady Gaga’s Underpants

A friend of mine made a comment on Facebook the other day that got me thinking. He said (in the most respectful way possible) that even though Lady Gaga is on a non-stop media blitz right now and even though she’s usually in various states of undress, she doesn’t manage to get a (ahem) rise out of him. I don’t think he was saying that Gaga is unattractive – she clearly is very attractive – but that she doesn’t project sexuality. Which is fine, because it’s pretty clear that arousing hoards of heterosexual men is not at the top of her to-do list. She’s got bigger fish to fry. But the question remains: if Lady Gaga isn’t trying to be a standard sex symbol, why is she alway running around in her underwear? Continue reading

Holding On to Your Signature Style

Do you have a signature style? I’m not talking Madonna in the “˜80s or Annie Hall-era Diane Keaton levels of signature, but a family of basic items that you feel comfortable in and look good on you. For me, it’s simple but vaguely retro items like leggings or narrow pants, ballet flats, boatneck collars, giant sunglasses, and full-skirt dresses. Right now, most of these items are in pretty much constant supply. But what happens when times change? Continue reading

Bad News: Explaining Current Events to A Kindergartener

I think we can all agree that 2011 has already seen many incredibly shitty things happen in the world. Early in the year, we saw Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords targeted in a mass shooting in which six other people were killed. In the last few weeks, people have been killed in droves in Libya, and Japan has been devastated by a staggering natural disaster. Many sucky things have happened in between. As an adults, the events of early 2011 have been almost too much for many of us to bear. Imagine trying to process all of this as a six-year-old. Continue reading

“Sassy” Really Did Change My Life

Sassy magazine changed my life. I know that’s the name of a book (by Marisa Meltzer and Kara Jesella – I highly recommend it), but personally speaking, it’s actually true. I picked up my first Sassy in 1988 and as I cracked the mag’s spine, my world opened up. I always knew that I wasn’t quite like other girls in my grade. I dressed differently, liked different music and got excited about different things. Sassy taught me that liking those things didn’t make me a freak – liking those things actually made me cool. Continue reading

Cake In A Box: A Defense of Duncan Hines

My husband’s mother is an amazing cook. She’s not a chef or a culinary school grad, just an incredible home cook who has spent her adult life cooking delicious meals for her family. One of her signature dishes is her chocolate birthday cake. Moist and fluffy, covered in buttery frosting; even though we lived on the other side of the country my husband and I would try to be near my mother-in-law on our birthdays just to get a taste of that cake. Continue reading

Before the Mommybloggers, We Had Roseanne

A while ago Mr. Larue and I were discussing a certain Twitter/Tumblr-er who is reportedly writing a TV pilot. Mr. L was going about how unique she is because she was able to translate her experience as a mother into a comedy writing career. “It’s unheard of!” he gushed. “Name one other obscure housewife who has been given her own show.” I thought for a minute and replied “Roseanne Barr.” Continue reading