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Rob Ford protest

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One thousand people, give or take a couple hundred, congregated at Nathan Phillips Square yesterday to protest mayor Rob Ford and the crack allegations currently dogging his so-called leadership.

Ford continues to lie to Torontonians about his substance abuse, and the existence of a video that depicts his crack use. In the video he makes homophobic and racist comments.

It is widely believed that he has purchased the damaging evidence and had it destroyed, but the plot continues to thicken, with six members of his staff resigning in less than a week and murder charges laid against those who killed the man photographed with Rob Ford the night the video was said to have been filmed.

Oh my. We’re all hoping that he’ll be removed from power soon. He has clearly lost the confidence of his staff and his chronic lying demonstrates a sociopathic streak that’s becoming increasingly disturbing to the electorate.

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Rob and Doug Ford are wannabe dictators

Mayor Rob Ford, left, the day after news broke that there was a video of him smoking crack cocaine

Mayor Rob Ford, left, the day after news broke that there exists a video of him smoking crack cocaine

Now that both Toronto city mayor Rob Ford and his brother, city councillor Doug Ford, are married to controversy, they’ve devised an offensive attack plan: Blame the elite liberal media. Sarah Palin taught them well.

For those of you unfamiliar of what I’m talking about, allow me to provide a summary. Bear with me.

Two weeks ago Gawker, the New York based gossip website, reported that a tape exists of Toronto mayor Rob Ford smoking crack cocaine, that was allegedly filmed within the last 6 months. Shortly after the story broke Robyn Doolittle and Kevin Donovan, two reputable award-winning journalists from The Toronto Star, the largest circulated daily in Canada, wrote an article revealing that they saw the video as well. Three times in fact. They took separate notes and then corroborated those notes with each other. In the video Rob Ford is said to make racist and homophobic comments.

After the story ran, Rob Ford kept a low profile, saying nothing, and firing his Chief of Staff who recommended that he step back and get some help for his reported substance abuse problem. Eight days later he held a “press conference”, where he denied that he smoked crack and was an addict. His main message was that The Star was out to get him. In fact his message has not changed at all since then. He then left the podium for his brother to answer reporters’ questions. Bizarre already, right? I mean, why not clear the air and answer questions himself?

The people who own the video also provided The Star reporters with a photograph of Rob Ford posing with drug dealers, one of whom was murdered two months ago.

Rob Ford and Anthony Smith

It would take a lot to convince any rational logical human being that Robyn Doolittle and Kevin Donovan would risk their careers for the sole purpose of taking down the mayor. Let me remind you that it was Gawker who initially broke the story, and to believe that Doolittle and Donovan are fabricating their account is absurd.

Many people have questioned why The Star didn’t purchase the video, and the answer is based on ethics, the media cannot give money to drug dealers.

However, Gawker has established a Rob Ford Crackstarter campaign in the hopes of raising $200,000 to purchase the video. There is a snag, the owner of the video has gone underground, and neither Gawker nor The Star have heard from him since last Sunday. Gawker is $8,000 towards reaching their goal, and if they can’t make the transaction with the owner, they have promised to donate the money to a Canadian addiction and/or mental health charity.

Later today it was reported that the police have spoken to a senior member of Ford’s team after they received a tip linking a recent killing to the alleged video. So the plot is thickening.

If this wasn’t enough, on Saturday, Canada’s newspaper of record, The Globe and Mail published a well researched story about the Ford family’s history of drug dealing.

Doug Ford was particularly singled out by ten anonymous sources as a well-known hashish dealer in the 1980s. Doug oafishly defended himself on national television by blaming The Globe, and of course, the elite liberal social media. So what we have here are two brothers incapable of taking responsibility for their actions.

The reason the latter story has any relevance is because during the 2010 municipal elections the Ford brothers ran on an anti-drug platform and were critical of mayoral candidate George Smitherman’s admission that he had a past drug problem. Unlike the Ford brothers, Smitherman was open and honest about his past drug use, and his recovery. But that didn’t stop the Fords from underhandedly lambasting him about it any chance they could get.

For those outside of Toronto it would be beneficial to know that Rob Ford has been an ineffective mayor and his tenure has been marred in a myriad of controversies since he was elected.

Whether it’s lying about a DUI and marijuana possession charge in Florida, or getting thrown out of a Maple Leafs hockey game for getting into drunken, expletive-laden arguments with fans (and also calling them “communists” and asking one man if he would like his wife to get raped), or giving a six-year-old girl the middle finger, or driving while reading, or repeated domestic disturbances at his house, or being asked to leave work functions because he is clearly inebriated, Rob Ford’s response to any and all of these allegations is always the same: LIE, BLAME, and when confronted with evidence, half-heartedly apologize and pretend none of it ever happened.

He is holding the city of Toronto hostage with his refusal to resign from his position. His ideas read like a parody from an episode of The Simpsons. His plans for the Waterfront included a ferris wheel, casino and monorail, all of which were predictably defeated in council.

Rob and his brother behave like wannabe dictators. Unable to take criticism, they make enemies of anyone who challenges them, bullying, intimidating and resorting to childish antics in a vain attempt to get their way. If this was any other country, I am certain they would kill their detractors, and silence the freedom of the press.

They are not good people. They speak in soundbites and slogans, and when questioned, or backed into a corner, lie their way out of it. They hold no punches, are mean-spirited and lack any skills to engage in rational discourse.

The mayor refuses to take questions from the media, even going as far as to keep vital information from The Star, and ensuring that his most despised newspaper isn’t invited to mayoral events. They host a weekly radio show that is rife with propaganda. If this were 1940s Germany, the brothers would be in their element.

They were elected on a platform that stressed government transparency, but the mayor won’t even release his weekly schedule, something that each mayor before him did willingly. Instead, journalists must obtain Ford’s schedule through the Freedom of Information Act.

I could go on and on. It is clear that the Fords are not running a dictatorship, and this is why they are antiquated and ineffective.

This is what happens when a mayor, as short-sighted as Rob Ford listens only to the advice and recommendations of his thug brother.

Eventually the video of Rob Ford smoking crack will leak, and I’m curious to see if he will take accountability for his horrible behaviour.

Will he apologize for insinuating that the media, who exists to keep politicians accountable for their actions, are liars? Will he do the honourable thing and admit that he was wrong to have lied, to have besmirched the integrity of the work of seasoned journalists? Will he apologize to Torontonians for degrading the mayorship and Toronto’s international reputation?

Yesterday during their radio show the brothers called journalists “maggots” and “scum”. They then ranted about all their magical accomplishments since taking office, citing unsourced statistics and dollar figures that they believe they have saved the city. It had to be heard to be believed, but one thing was certain from the madness: No one should behave in such a callous, knee-jerk reactive obtuse fashion, including politicians.

One thing that also irks me about the Fords is their supporters assertion that they are blue-collar workers. They are not. As a first generation Canadian I am proud of my working-class father’s ability to make a life for himself and his family from absolutely nothing. Rob and his brother were born into wealth, and are millionaires. These are not self-made men, and to say that they are is both a lie, and an insult to those who are.

No, in fact these two men are cowards. In the last five minutes it was reported that two members of the mayor’s team have just resigned from their positions.

Ego is a terrible thing. It hinders a human being from altruistic behaviour, which is what we should expect from any individual seeking a position in public service.

But this has gone too far. The mayor and his brother have set a very low bar for anyone who succeeds them. However, whoever that person may be, they will certainly be an improvement.

Toronto needs to heal. We need leaders that are committed to truth, honesty, dignity and integrity. The Ford brothers are committed to their own egos, but are so blithely unaware that the world is laughing at their buffoonery.

Maybe that’s the most tragic part about this entire debacle. The revelation that these two men are stuck with the lives that they have created for themselves, and as a result of their poor judgments, so are their children. Their wives. Their friends.

Maybe that’s why Rob Ford has a substance abuse problem. It takes a lot of self-loathing to loathe the people who try to highlight your plight in an effort to get you help.

Don’t drag the whole city of Toronto down with you Rob. Grow up. Get help. Be an adult.

Rob Ford’s guide to success… and failure

Photo courtesy of BlogTO

Today Toronto’s disappointing mayor was removed from office over a conflict of interest. Good riddance. In the past two years since his election Rob Ford has courted mostly controversy, and limited success. He is the first and only mayor in Toronto’s history to be evicted from office, and I’m happy to see the end of his buffoonery and public embarrassments. He ran a campaign of “transparency” but when elected refused to answer reporters’ questions or make his weekly schedule available to the public, something every mayor before him had no problem with doing. What was he hiding? The fact that he wasn’t doing his job because he was too busy coaching high school football.

You might wonder how someone with his lack of skills was able to assume the highest office in Canada’s largest city. Well folks it’s not that hard, and in fact, from my experience working in the public sector, people like him are often rewarded for their underhanded and deceitful practises. With no self-awareness and the mind of a child, the sky is the limit.

So in honour of the best day ever, I have developed Rob Ford’s guide to success… and failure. Obvs.

1. Be born into a wealthy family.
2. Have below average intelligence.
3. Assume that because you are rich you are free to do whatever it is you please.
4. Don’t read.
5. Have only one interest. In Rob Ford’s case, football.
6. Lie when caught doing something wrong. When irrefutable evidence is presented that you are in fact lying, provide a back-handed apology.
7. Have your brother do your job for you. He’s smarter anyway.
8. When backed into a corner, or having a discussion with someone who disagrees with you, play dirty. Real dirty. Have no shame in assassinating their character by any means necessary.
9. If anyone challenges you, have them fired.
10. Believe you’re a dictator, stop talking to media reporters and convince some mediocre radio station to give you a show where you can spew your propaganda.
11. Never complete a full sentence.
12. When asked questions that you find difficult, blame the person asking and call him/her an “elitist.”
13. Continue to run on a platform that you’re going to clean up City Hall. Citizens love to hear that you’re going to take on the corrupted. This way you distract the public from the realities of your own corruption.
14. Take no accountability or responsibility for your actions.
15. Ensure that your only friends are high school football players and skip all your meetings to hang out with them. They’re so cool!
16. Publicly make disparaging comments about ethnic, gay, physically active and disabled people. Don’t support any of the causes that they find important.
17. Shun inclusiveness. Maintain a clear message that everyone should be just like you.
18. Run a reelection campaign with 2.5 years left in your first term. It’s not going well anyway, and your colleagues refuse to listen to you.
19. Under no circumstances listen to your peers and build consensus with your colleagues. It makes you look weak.
20. Get fired when all the above tactics become tiresome.

Good-bye Robby, don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Oh yeah, and thanks for this doofus:

What if money didn’t matter?

I’ve been nursing a sore throat for a few days now and spent the majority of my waking hours taking care of Maude and watching documentaries like the Inside Job, Maxed Out and Just Another Missing Kid, all of which I recommend that you enjoy when you find the time. In addition I watched Food Inc. for the five thousandth time and raged!

I also watched the wonderful YouTube clip above and it got me thinking, as most things happen to do.

Clearly we have to work to earn a living and to enjoy our lives. But let’s face the facts. Money has no value, and it never did. For decades we believed that having lots of it determined our character and made us better than people who didn’t have it. “They must be lazy,” we would think.

Well now we know that isn’t true. The majority of people are working more hours, making less money while losing their pensions and their benefits. The middle class has been completely eradicated and the rich, as cliché as it sounds, continues to get richer while we continue to get poorer. Gas prices continue to increase and no one can really explain to us why. The people making these decisions are lying to our faces and we’re buying every word of it.

There is no fairness in money. There never really was any.

My peers are living pay cheque to pay cheque despite having followed the rules that were laid out to them from infancy that promised them success. Those who are my age who do have money inherited it from deceased grandparents. They did not make it on their own.

Company executives continue to mishandle their finances resulting in the termination of not their jobs (even though they’re ultimately responsible for the failure of their company because they make all the decisions), but innocent workers who are merely doing their job to the best of their ability at $50,000 a year, or less. It’s shocking.

I’ve met many executives in my day who believe that they rose to their positions because they are intelligent and have earned it. I beg to differ. I’ve rarely met a vice-president who wowed me with his or her brilliance; their success is often achieved from nepotism and cronyism.  What they do have is a lack of empathy, compassion and a maniacal obsession to increase their monetary gains. They are psychotically obsessed with image and social position.

Intelligence is not determined by these qualities, but by the ability to communicate with people in an authentic and genuine manner. It’s sobering that few people have people skills, especially those at the top.

Through all this I can’t help but notice that it’s the consumers, people like us, who are to blame. Really when you think about it we have the power to revolt, to demand change. The writing is on the wall, capitalism is over, and while it lags on its hind legs fighting its  eventual demise, we turn the other cheek apathetically. We take our antidepressants, drink our alcohol, see our shrink and take an interest in the shenanigans of Kim Kardashian because we feel helpless.

The documentaries that I listed above were all viewed on Netflix, which at $8 a month is a real bargain. Netflix encountered negative press a while back because after significant subscriber and profit growth it got greedy and increased its prices overnight. What resulted was consumer backlash in the form of cancelled subscriptions. Executives at Netflix witnessed their stock prices fall sharply and immediately reversed their decision and apologized.

That’s how simple it was. People like me and you told these assholes that we were on to them, that we knew what they were trying to do and that it was unfair.

Imagine what would happen if we took this one, two, three steps further and demanded from our governments to protect the poor by ensuring that they had access to education, health care and jobs! Imagine. Just imagine. Imagine if our governments put their citizens first, and not corporations.

Remembering Jack Layton one year later

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.

Free Pussy Riot, free them now!


Yekaterina Samutsevich’s closing statement in the criminal case against the feminist punk group Pussy Riot:

During the closing statement, the defendant is expected to repent or express regret for her deeds, or to enumerate attenuating circumstances. In my case, as in the case of my colleagues in the group, this is completely unnecessary. Instead, I want to express my views about the causes of what has happened with us.

The fact that Christ the Savior Cathedral had become a significant symbol in the political strategy of our powers that be was already clear to many thinking people when Vladimir Putin’s former [KGB] colleague Kirill Gundyaev took over as head of the Russian Orthodox Church. After this happened, Christ the Savior Cathedral began to be used openly as a flashy setting for the politics of the security services, which are the main source of power [in Russia].

Why did Putin feel the need to exploit the Orthodox religion and its aesthetics? After all, he could have employed his own, far more secular tools of power—for example, national corporations, or his menacing police system, or his own obedient judiciary system. It may be that the tough, failed policies of Putin’s government, the incident with the submarine Kursk, the bombings of civilians in broad daylight, and other unpleasant moments in his political career forced him to ponder the fact that it was high time to resign; otherwise, the citizens of Russia would help him do this. Apparently, it was then that he felt the need for more convincing, transcendental guarantees of his long tenure at the helm. It was here that the need arose to make use of the aesthetics of the Orthodox religion, historically associated with the heyday of Imperial Russia, where power came not from earthly manifestations such as democratic elections and civil society, but from God Himself.

How did he succeed in doing this? After all, we still have a secular state, and shouldn’t any intersection of the religious and political spheres be dealt with severely by our vigilant and critically minded society? Here, apparently, the authorities took advantage of a certain deficit of Orthodox aesthetics in Soviet times, when the Orthodox religion had the aura of a lost history, of something crushed and damaged by the Soviet totalitarian regime, and was thus an opposition culture. The authorities decided to appropriate this historical effect of loss and present their new political project to restore Russia’s lost spiritual values, a project which has little to do with a genuine concern for preservation of Russian Orthodoxy’s history and culture.

It was also fairly logical that the Russian Orthodox Church, which has long had a mystical connection with power, emerged as this project’s principal executor in the media. Moreover, it was also agreed that the Russian Orthodox Church, unlike the Soviet era, when the church opposed, above all, the crudeness of the authorities towards history itself, should also confront all baleful manifestations of contemporary mass culture, with its concept of diversity and tolerance.

Implementing this thoroughly interesting political project has required considerable quantities of professional lighting and video equipment, air time on national TV channels for hours-long live broadcasts, and numerous background shoots for morally and ethically edifying news stories, where in fact the Patriarch’s well-constructed speeches would be pronounced, helping the faithful make the right political choice during the election campaign, a difficult time for Putin. Moreover, all shooting has to take place continuously; the necessary images must sink into the memory and be constantly updated, to create the impression of something natural, constant and compulsory.

Our sudden musical appearance in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior with the song “Mother of God, Drive Putin Out” violated the integrity of this media image, generated and maintained by the authorities for so long, and revealed its falsity. In our performance we dared, without the Patriarch’s blessing, to combine the visual image of Orthodox culture and protest culture, suggesting to smart people that Orthodox culture belongs not only to the Russian Orthodox Church, the Patriarch and Putin, that it might also take the side of civic rebellion and protest in Russia.

Perhaps such an unpleasant large-scale effect from our media intrusion into the cathedral was a surprise to the authorities themselves. First they tried to present our performance as the prank of heartless militant atheists. But they made a huge blunder, since by this time we were already known as an anti-Putin feminist punk band that carried out their media raids on the country’s major political symbols.

In the end, considering all the irreversible political and symbolic losses caused by our innocent creativity, the authorities decided to protect the public from us and our nonconformist thinking. Thus ended our complicated punk adventure in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior.

I now have mixed feelings about this trial. On the one hand, we now expect a guilty verdict. Compared to the judicial machine, we are nobodies, and we have lost. On the other hand, we have won. Now the whole world sees that the criminal case against us has been fabricated. The system cannot conceal the repressive nature of this trial. Once again, Russia looks different in the eyes of the world from the way Putin tries to present it at daily international meetings. All the steps toward a state governed by the rule of law that he promised have obviously not been made. And his statement that the court in our case will be objective and make a fair decision is another deception of the entire country and the international community. That is all. Thank you.

Dyke March

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I was in the Dyke March

Clearly I am not a lesbian. But when the opportunity to participate in the Toronto Dyke March was presented to Lisa and me this afternoon, we couldn’t resist. We were each handed a vagina, told to hold it high in the air and chant the following:

My hole has lots of surprises
Dykes come in all shapes and sizes
We are the holey army
We’re here, we’re holes, we’re fabulous please fuck with us

It brought tears to my eyes. Making our way from Church and Bloor we walked South on Yonge to Carlton and then west to Jarvis. After that the march was over, and we returned our holes more confident than ever. This weekend is very important to the gay community because it’s the only time we can be free to be open, and share our experiences with other gay people.

Sure being gay is not the taboo it once was, but we still have farther to go in terms of awareness and acceptance. Many gay couples don’t hold hands in public because they fear being physically attacked. Think about how easy it is for straight couples to demonstrate affection in public; it should be just as tolerated for gays.

Our children should be free to attend school without being bullied because of who they are. I’ve always maintained that homophobia is a form of misogyny: the fear of the vagina and anything feminine. It has to stop, and one day it will.

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Lisa and me holding our vaginas

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Lisa marched with me

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Participants lied down to remember gays who have been murdered

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Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble

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Holding hands, the only week it’s safe for gays to do so

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Lesbians and bikes. Loves it!

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We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it!

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I’m a celebrity!

Do you know what your problem is?

Finding a place to park in Buenos Aires can be a challenge. There are a lot of vehicles on the road, and few spaces to put them. When you’re lucky enough to secure a spot, you’re elated enough to almost kiss the pavement.

In areas with higher populations, like Recoleta, San Telmo and Palermo, there are homeless men who carry a yellow cloth directing drivers to empty parking spaces. As though you wouldn’t be able to find that spot without his help, he is immediately beside your door with an offer to “protect” your car in exchange for a few pesos. It seems harmless enough, until chaos ensues.

As a North American I assume that I can choose to pay this man or not; I’m mistaken, payment is mandatory. If you refuse to pay, then he may physically assault you, or while you’re running your errands, take revenge by damaging your precious vehicle.

Apologists say, “What’s the big deal? Just give him a couple of pesos.” My retort is to imagine this scenario: It’s Christmas Eve, and you have many appointments in various parts of town. Each time you park your car you’re confronted by a man demanding that you pay him a specific sum. The going rate is 10 pesos. Imagine you have ten places to be that day, and each time you have to pay a different man who, let’s face it, does nothing to protect your car. That’s 100 pesos in a matter of hours! It’s not like the average porteño is rolling in dough.

Back in the 90s Toronto had a problem with a group of individuals who sat on the sidewalk waiting to clean the windshields of stopped vehicles at traffic lights. The problem was that they never asked if the driver wanted the service, and when they were done, demanded payment. Eventually it got out of control, fights and arguments were a daily occurrence and the city officials had to get involved and put an end to the madness.

As a tax payer, I’m secure in the knowledge that Canada has sufficient social programs in place for the homeless. Even in lovely neighbourhoods with lots of children, there are homeless shelters where people can go to get a bite to eat and a bed to spend the night, free of charge. During the winter, Toronto city staff frequent areas popular with the homeless and offer them a warm blanket, hot soup and a ride in their patrol van to the nearest shelter where they can sleep in a warm bed.

I understand that these type of programs are not as available in Buenos Aires, because there is more poverty and less access to funds, but the president of Argentina’s solution to this problem is to make it mandatory that drivers pay these men, and if they don’t, face a monetary penalty. I understand that her heart is in the right place, but her primary concern should be to tackle the homeless problem in Buenos Aires, and make it safe for the average porteño to navigate through their city and run their errands, without the fear of harassment as a result of parking their car, which is a necessity.

I know that Cristina likens herself to a socialist, but you’re not going to eradicate poverty by giving hand-outs to the poor. As it stands now most poor Argentines receive 1,800 pesos a month from the government. As a result, there’s no incentive for them to find work. Cristina should be motivated to create jobs, but instead she is more concerned about securing votes by giving the poor — 50% of Argentines live in poverty — money. As you can see, her goodwill is far from altruistic.

A day does not go by, while I’m in Argentina, where I don’t shake my head in bewildering confusion. How this corruption is tolerated, from one generation to the next, is beyond my comprehension.

Latinoamérica

Earlier this evening Lisa sent me a link to this music video and I’m ashamed to say that I’ve spent so much time in Argentina, yet have never come across it until now. After repeated listens I was curious to get a South American’s perspective on the song’s meaning. Keep in mind that in Argentina there exists a multitude of experiences depending on where one is born, as outside of Buenos Aires, poverty is very real, and hardship a way of life.

Here is what I gathered from my conversation with an Argentine friend:

Many Argentine people work long hours, and make little money; their fridges may be empty but that would never deter them from welcoming a stranger into their home with open arms and treating him or her like family. The warmth displayed by South Americans is quite unique, and their hearts are as expansive as their diverse and wide geography.

By living in Buenos Aires I have begun to value how important living in the moment is, but it goes further than that. A South American hopes. They hope that one day they will see a better day. They hope that one day they will find comfort and escape economic volatility. They hope for equality.

Compared to North American standards, an Argentine, from my experiences, will feed you before he feeds himself. Thanks to living in Argentina I have learned what love really is.

Despite the hardships in South America, there is hope, but most importantly, there is so much kindness.

Some observations from Argentina

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I snapped this photograph of just completed street art on Sunday

There is nothing more enlightening and eye-opening than living in another country for an extended period of time, especially in one that is developing economically, or not.

In 2010 I went to Africa for two weeks, but not even that experience prepared me for life in Argentina. The warmth of Argentines is drastically different from the attitudes of the Canadians I know, and it has been a welcome change.

I was at a party a while back and introduced myself to a few of the expats in attendance when they confided in me that Canadians don’t usually stay too long in Argentina, because they can’t adjust to disorganization. My intention when moving to Argentina was never to live here full-time, but to embrace the culture. If I was duly impressed, I might have taken up long-term residence.

I love Argentina for many reasons. For starters most South Americans do not have to be entertained in the same fashion that North Americans have to. They rarely get bored, and they are a calm, relaxed people who put family and friends above all else. I enjoy that quality, and I hope to take these lessons with me when I return to Toronto. I have learned that I am overly concerned with keeping busy, and filling my days with activities. I don’t know where I developed this trait, because I wasn’t this way ten years ago, I’m sure.

However, wanting to remain busy is not such a bad thing, and it keeps people active which I fully endorse. Maybe what I can take home is a little moderation from both perspectives.

I’m saddened to learn that Argentina is not without its many flaws. The government is corrupted, and this is true not just in Argentina, but most of South America. The locals have learned to tolerate it and that’s where much of their patience comes from. Their politicians routinely lie to them, and they know it, but it’s generational corruption, and most of it has trickled down into every facet of Argentine life. It’s within their culture, and you’ll be hard pressed to find an Argentine who does not believe that all the rules must apply to everyone else but him/her. That’s how their government works, and that’s how they work.

The Argentine government restricts almost everything. Strict import laws are maddening. The reason given is to protect Argentine industries. That’s why as an expat you’ll find most Argentine people ask that while you’re home visiting your family for Christmas, if you can return with iPods, and the like, because they simply can’t get them in Argentina without paying astronomical fees. That doesn’t stop government officials though from procuring these products; these rules do not apply to them, even though they’re the policy makers.

The president of Argentina labels herself a socialist, but she’s a millionaire with homes all over Argentina and a wardrobe said to rival Eva Perón. The latter grievance Argentines brush off because they believe everyone should look good, but they fail to recognize alarming mixed-messages that arise from this kind of double standard. Cristina wants Argentines to live in a socialist state, but she obviously does not want to adhere to the laws and provisions that she demands of her populus. It’s maddening to this freedom loving Canadian.

Simple tasks take ions to complete in Argentina. The pervasive thought is that red-tape, bureaucracy and arbitrary, yet unorganized and ill-planned rules and regulations make everything appear more official. But when I have to wait in three lines just to  buy a pair of scissors, you haven’t convinced me. In the end these rules are put in place for optics, but even that they can’t do well because they never see long-term.

I have had man conversations with South Americans about this, and I look towards developed nations like Canada, the U.S., Australia, New Zealand, the U.K., most northern European countries like Norway as an example of best practices that their governments can implement to make effective and positive change. Many times I will hear the excuse that the reason things are so disorderly in Buenos Aires, is because of the high population. But NYC and London are cities of almost 10 million people and they manage to make things work. Surely there are lessons that the Argentine government can learn from these places.

There are two reasons that I can think of as to why there is no improvement here. The first is cultural, and as I stated earlier, the people of Argentina are just as guilty about this as the officials that they elect. The second is that Argentina is not as democratic as other countries, and politicians hold an unusual and concerning level of power that allows them to make schizophrenic and eyebrow-raising legislation that requires little consensus to become law.

Laws change over night, government subsidies are taken away with only an hours notice, and workers strike for the mildest of grievances. Protesters take their demonstrations to Plaza de Mayo where they’re ignored; but they try, however hopeless their efforts are.

These are just theories, I don’t know if I’m even close to hitting the nail on the head.

One other concerning element of Argentine life that I’ve noticed while living here is an unhealthy obsessions with appearances, especially among women. Plastic surgery is covered under almost every medical insurance program, and anorexia is a real problem. When I was teaching English at International House I was shocked by how often my female students spoke about image, and how important it was to look good. If we somehow discussed movies, or singers, the conversation always veered towards how ugly or fat an actress or singer was.

Granted these problems exist globally, and our demands on women to meet social guidelines on appearance definitely contribute to their body image problems, not just in Argentina, but in Canada and other countries too.

Also, Argentines work a ridiculous number of hours. A typical work day is 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. with many working until 7 p.m. They do not return home until after 8 p.m. eat extremely late, usually at 11 p.m. and make very little money. The quality of life is almost non-existent. They sleep very little, and that’s why on Sundays Argentina is dead to the world, because the majority of people are catching up on much-needed rest.

Conversely, what I find refreshing about this is that porteños try very hard to enjoy their free time, and restaurants and bars are packed with people every day of the week. However, there is a lack of energy from what I’m used to in Toronto. I use the word boring, but I know that’s not fair; however there is something so subdued about their demeanour that makes them almost unexciting.

Finally, I think that Argentine men are overly arrogant. If they have a thought, everyone must listen, even though their opinions are pretty basic. It’s not a good template for young boys to work from when their fathers think that everything they believe is valuable just because they happen to have a penis between their legs. Even gay men are overly concerned with being masculine, and look down on more effeminate gay men.

Couples are overly affectionate in public, and they each profess how much they love each other to anyone who will listen. It all means very little when they have a new boyfriend the following week.

I don’t mean to report that Canada is perfect. It’s not. But it’s my home and the place where I spent most of my life. I am proud of the efforts that Canadians make towards peace, and our universal health care and social systems that help those less fortunate with a chance to enjoy a society with a more equal distribution of wealth.

With 50% of Argentines living in poverty, and with Cristina securing their votes by giving them government money she simply can’t afford, I’m often left shaking my head in amazement that Argentina has been able to survive for as long as it has.

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