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 I’m Not Cute! I’m A Canadian!
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 Urban Snobbery: Stop Hating on the Suburbs
Now that the Oprah Winfrey Show is good and over (and after that weirdly preachy final interview with herself, I’m thinking not a moment too soon), many of us who find ourselves at home in the afternoon are asking, “What the heck am I going to watch at 4 p.m.” (or whenever Oprah plays in your local market)? Continue reading Why Dr. Oz Is Not a Healthy Alternative to Oprah
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 I See London, I See France, I See Lady Gaga’s Underpants
Like many people who are past the 30 mark, I’ve found that I’ve been immersing myself in nostalgia lately. It’s hard not to, really – so many “˜90s bands now find themselves with the ability to fill huge venues they never could have booked in their heydays are doing anniversary tours. Continue reading Teen Age Riot: Is ’90s Retro the new Classic Rock?
New mothers aren’t usually looking for a lot of unsolicited advice. Yes, those months after you first bring home a new baby are confusing and frightening, but as long as you’ve got a mother/doctor/friend with a kid/ a decent Internet connection, chances are you’re already tapped into the most vital info. Continue reading Crying Baby = Awesome Lady
I am 35 years old and other than a very misguided Thanksgiving dinner I attempted in my 20s when I lived far away from home, I have never made a holiday dinner. Never. Continue reading Coq-A-Doodle-Do! Conquering the Holiday Dinner
Like a lot of you, I read a lot as a kid. By the time I was in junior high school, I was devouring novels intended for adults, but before I hit the big leagues I cut my teeth on Sweet Valley High. Continue reading I Read Sweet Valley Confidential So You Won’t Have To