Ahhhhh… the switch from spring to summer. The shining sun chased by storm clouds, followed by more sun, whipping wind, more clouds… and palpable humidity. I eschew humidity. I seek out shade. I slather on sunblock 50. When the humidex rises and my sun-worshipping friends bask in its oppressive heated blanket of ick, I morph…
“Whatcha doing tomorrow night?” I text Rissa. “Do you feel like having a sleepover?” “Yes! Definitely,” she responds. “Only thing on my schedule is a dance class at 8:00 pm.” “I could ride up on the subway with you and then wait while you do the class,” I suggest. “Sure that works!” “Okey dokey. What’s…
In 1981, while conjugating the verb être in French class – my vision blurred. I blinked… blinked again. I then stuck the tips of my middle fingers into my eyes, discovering an abundance of eye guck loitering beneath my eye balls. rheum noun ˈrüm : a watery discharge from the mucous membranes especially of the eyes or nose…
I’m at the kitchen table playing word games on my laptop. I have my Google timer set for 6.5 minutes of cool down. Cool down time is vital to surviving a HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workout. Otherwise, you’re still sweating IN the shower. And you continue to sweat AFTER you’ve finished the shower. Freshly…
“You’ve what?” asks Rissa, slightly laggy on her end of the video call. “Who have you been talking to? What did you do?” “Nothing,” I say. “I think it’s just my age.” “It’s what? What do you mean it’s your age?” “I think you just get to a certain age and…” “You think there are…
As a grown-ass woman paying down a mortgage/credit line/supporting a child in university, I’ve managed to curb non-essential spending by online window shopping and pinning the fuck out of colourful things on Pinterest; thereby racking up my virtual endorphins rather than my Visa statement. I have evolved in the past 30 years. I have learned…
WARNING: Pores and the things that come out of pores are featured in this post. There is a used Bioré strip pic… and links to videos. You’ve been warned. . . . . . . Those Bioré nose strips? Is that accent aigu real? I mean, is it actually French or is it like Hӓagen-Dazs where…
With my head tucked, my oversized Aerie shirt slides up over my face. I feel the butter-soft skin of my tatas against my chin. My line of sight is drawn between my breasts and I can’t help but note their ovular shape. I snort. But then I stop, because it takes me out of the ‘moment’ with…
I swear I was not being intentionally disrespectful. I just couldn’t take it any more. Earlier in the day: “Hoorah! I have received my shipment of Humpback Posture Correctors!!” (There’s a sentence every woman wants to utter.) It’s been a process folks. After having purchased 6 different styles of posture correctors – each of which…
Is mole DNA similar to rabbit DNA? And by “mole” I mean a mole on your face or body, and by rabbit I mean literal fucking rabbits. If you have two moles on your face, do their melanocytes then multiply exponentially like the proverbial rabbit? Is my face now a Ponzi Scheme? Last year I…