Shot in New York City and produced by Danielle Levitt the Flavor music video has finally arrived. I like it, but then again, there’s nothing about Tori that I don’t enjoy.
Archive for August, 2012
The plan was to listen to jazz music in St. James Park. What eventually happened was an evening drinking beer at The Pacific Junction Hotel at the corner of Sherbourne and King streets. We enjoyed plenty of vegetarian food, including delicious poutine spring rolls that warmed our souls (well mine). Next to Betty’s, PJH is not really a hotel, but a watering hole populated by a mixture of Toronto’s trendy, and boozy patrons eager for something new and unpredictable. Enjoy the menus crafted from vintage magazines, and the beer poured into trendy mugs sure to please hipsters and those with adventurous spirits craving something whimsical and free-spirited.
Pacific Junction Hotel
236 King St. E., 416-363-8447
I was having a conversation with a friend this past weekend and she mentioned a colleague of hers who expressed disdain for anything feminine. The shocking part is that her colleague is a woman.
This got me thinking about the female chauvinist pig. Women who adopt conventional, even stereotypical male views about women. Apparently my friend’s co-worker had a crush on a male friend of hers, and in her mission to learn more about him, discovered that he had effeminate qualities. No, he is not gay, just perfectly comfortable with embracing all sides of his personality. She conveyed disgust in observing this about him, and made disparaging remarks about his womanly qualities, comparing them to weakness.
It’s nothing that I haven’t heard about before, and much like Cornflake Girl, women are often the worst to one another, all too willing to stab each other in the back with a stiletto heel, especially if it means obtaining the attention of a male suitor. In my personal opinion, it’s always best to be the raisin.
This idea that femininity is weak bothers me for many reasons. First, men get a lot of free passes and are often rewarded if they can articulately identify an emotion or a feeling. The pervasive idea is that the feminine is weak, and it is used to degrade and oppress women the world over. However, the philosophy behind this belief is rancid, and weaker than the personal qualities it attacks.
In countries operating under biblical law, women are forced to cover their entire bodies, over fear that they may entice a man sexually. How this makes sense to anyone is appalling to me. First of all, shouldn’t it be expected of men to control their primal desires, and rather than forcing women to hide behind veils, they should resist the urge to rape? Why are we obligating women to be ashamed of their sexuality, when men can’t control their erections? Isn’t the latter what we should be addressing? Isn’t that the real problem?
Pornography bothers me for many reasons, but none greater than the simplistic depiction of sex as a power play between men and women. Good sex is not confined to dominant and submissive roles, but it’s widely accepted by our global society that a woman’s role is to serve the needs of men.
Look at how male and female athletes are depicted on the cover of magazines. Male athletes are often dressed in suits, lauded for their masculine characteristics. Female athletes are more scantily dressed and only achieve respect from men if they are attractive, sexy and desirable. Their talent, and the substance of their character are afterthoughts.
Many moons ago an acquaintance of mine was gushing about her new boyfriend. “He reads,” she confessed. “He’s the first boyfriend I’ve had who enjoys reading books.” I asked her to name a few of the authors that he likes, and when she did I wasn’t surprised to learn that they were all men. I told her that I read a lot too, but my interests are varied, and consist of male, female, gay, straight, black and white authors.
I was disappointed with her response because she should expect her boyfriend to be interested in female writers, actors, intellectuals, academics, etc. We should be raising our boys to believe that what a woman thinks is equally valid as that of a man. We shouldn’t make young men feel ashamed to admit that they enjoy learning about the world through a female perspective.
These roles that are presented to us are insulting, because they limit both sexes into black and white, restrictive archetypes that we then consider standards that everyone should strive for. It does nothing to further understanding of one another.
Perhaps what we should accept is that sexuality (and I’m not talking about gay or straight, but about our innate nature of feminine and masculine characteristics) exists on a spectrum, and if we’re open and fearless enough, we might learn to love ourselves for what we are, without conforming to boxes created for us to make the rest of the world comfortable.
I feel bad for my friend’s colleague. She is limiting herself in ways she can’t imagine by judging her crush for being comfortable with who he is, and uninterested with how other people expect him to behave. Perhaps if she ever does find a boyfriend, he’ll most likely be as closed-minded as she is, and how unfortunate is it that she’ll never embrace how wonderfully diverse the human species is.
If you’re Québécois, please do not send me angry emails.
Showcasing over 100 street performers the Toronto BuskerFest is the last major festival of the Toronto summer. Located on Front St. there is something for every age including circus acts, music, clowns puppets and more.
BuskerFest supports Epilepsy Toronto. Seeing that I have a dog with epilepsy, I encourage that if you’re in Toronto this weekend to take time and drop some change in the donation boxes.
I work in a high-rise building located behind Toronto’s City Hall. While I was walking to work yesterday morning I noticed media trucks reporting from Nathan Phillips Square. Not an unusual sight. Then I remembered that it was the year anniversary of Jack Layton’s death. Throughout the day Torontonians arrived en masse to leave messages for Jack in chalk, as they did last year when we learned of his passing from cancer at the age of 61.
Because I didn’t want to be witness to a media circus (I’m not one for crowds either), I waited until this morning to take photographs of the heart-felt sentiments left by everyday people. It was sobering to read what people had written.
Jack Layton was one of a kind. He will be missed for generations.
If you don’t mind me saying, there are a lot of miserable people on this planet. Just this afternoon a colleague and I were sharing a laugh when a rather humourless superior yelled out from her office for us to stop. Politely we went silent, and feeling powerful, the supervisor muttered something passive aggressively under her breath.
Full disclosure: I am loud. I talk loudly, and I have a loud laugh. I’m constantly apologizing for my volume, rarely does anyone fault me for it. But today’s mini-altercation had me shaking my head. What kind of person is annoyed by the sound of laughter?
Miserable people are selfish, and they rarely laugh at their absurdity. A sign of a well-rounded person is someone who can laugh at themselves and recognize their ridiculous behaviour. Miserable people don’t understand the amount of effort regular individuals must exert in order to work with them.
Why focus one’s energy on being so cranky? Isn’t it easier to be nice, and to work well with your peers? Why go throughout the day feeling defensive, angry and spiteful? It seems like such a bitter life.
Must I now whisper in my office for fear of being called out for being happy? Is my laughter so deafening that she cannot concentrate writing her emails? Must I now walk around the office as sullen as she is?
No. I will not allow her to negatively affect my work life. I will remain who I am. Someone who laughs.
So Patty Hewes shared too much with her young protégé/associate, Ellen Parsons, and then tried to have her killed. Allegedly. These things happen. The best anti-hero on television has corrupt executives to fry. And she’ll stop at nothing to make sure that they pay for their treachery. Here are my top 5 Patty Hewes moments.