Baby, It’s Cold Outside won’t be played on some radio stations, including CBC – CBC News Is Baby It’s Cold Outside an ode to rape that deserves its sudden banishment from Canadian radio? – National Post ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ Banned From Canadian Radio Stations, Too – HuffPost Canada December 2018 – “Baby It’s Cold…
Nostalgia has bitten me in the ass. And Rissa’s ass, because she was forced to watch four, count ’em, four 1980s movies with me. Floundering after Bowie died – it got me thinking that we hadn’t shared Bowie movies with Rissa. She’d never seen Labyrinth, or Absolute Beginners. And when I was ordering those movies…
In the mid-80s the bus dropped me off on Ness Avenue and I walked two major blocks south to get to high school. I walked down the alley behind Ainsley Street – this was Winnipeg – we had alleys everywhere. I had two goals every morning: get to school early and walk faster than Francine…
It took 15 years, but I have finally done it! I have replenished the shoe cache that I had before Rissa was born. Pre-Rissa I had a… I’m not going to call it a shoe fetish, ’cause it wasn’t like I was humping them or anything… instead I’ll call it a shoe… fascination. I had…
Feeling down? In a funk? Is your life a great honking pile of crap? In your circle of friends/family you must know one child in pre-ballet class. It’s spring. It’s the end of recreational classes. Find a dance recital. I can guarantee that upon viewing a pre-ballet recital, your mood will improve. There will…
In honour of our new house purchase and attending renovations, I’m sharing an earlier bit from my show How To Leave Adolescence at 30 – written and performed in 1999, shortly after we bought our very first home in Toronto. Buy a House Upon returning from our honeymoon, David and I realize that for the…
The shoes were stunning. Beautiful burgundy brogues, glowing in the fluorescent lights of Value Village. I spotted them from the end of the women’s jackets aisle. I’m always on the look out for a great pair of men’s shoes for David. They have to be big shoes, David has massive feet. Wide, wide, WIDE, flipper…
Boxes… and boxes… and still more boxes. And there I was, on my ass in the Rec Room, sorting through them. Boxes of books and fabric. Boxes of craft supplies and more fabric. Boxes of Tae Kwon Do equipment and MORE fabric. And the mother lode of nostalgia… a box of letters. Decades of correspondence…
WARNING: THERE IS TOO MUCH INFORMATION IN THIS POST On account of the fact that when it’s this lackadaisical, only when we we’re not exhausted, happen to be on the same bio-rhythms kind of encounter, my body feels like this the next the day. And we weren’t trying anything new here. We were doing our…
I have been taken in by British department store John Lewis. I didn’t even know that John Lewis existed before today, and now here I am tearing up – TEARING UP – at an animated commercial. Albeit an animated commercial that celebrates Christmas with woodland animals all to a lovely soundtrack by Lily Allen, but…