There are some things in this world that just mystify me. From people putting ketchup on their Kraft dinner, to that random sticky stuff on the floor of theaters, even after they just cleaned it. But the one thing that completely blows my mind is couples who feel the need to publicly display their affection.
First thing’s first. I must confess that I am, indeed, a Belieber. I proudly own Justin Bieber’s My World, My World 2.0 and Under the Mistletoe albums, as well as a Bieber Barbie which I might regret admitting later.
Rob Ford said we would feel the cuts, but he didn’t say how.
We all suffer from cultural inferiority.
There’s this overwhelming sense of Canadian pride in sports teams, beer, Tim Horton’s and Ryan Gosling but the moment the conversation veers to the arts, especially music, suddenly Canada is…
It’s very disheartening when women in my age bracket start to look like my mother.
“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”
The Occupy Toronto protest doesn’t stand a chance
While half the world’s women are struggling for basic rights such as education, political participation or access to rudimentary health care, some of us are getting into the debate over which is the right shade of lipstick to wear or whether or not a certain style is in this season.
I recently walked into my local HMV and while browsing through the many surprising and not-so surprising film titles, I stumbled upon a copy of Heavy Weights. I’m not sure how many people will remember this film, but it was one of my all time favourites when I was an impressionable pre-teen.
As we approach the midpoint of the fifth decade without a Leafs Stanley Cup win, the Hockey Hall of Fame gave Torontonians a reason to be proud Monday night by inducting four familiar names into the illustrious hall, in what might be one of the best classes ever – for Toronto Maple Leafs fans at least.
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