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PETITION: Ban These Office Behaviours

30 Jan

To the Honourable Lawmaker and Regulator of Office-Appropriate Food and Beverage Choices and Actions, Esquire.

We, the Union of Diligent Office Workers with Normal, Socially Acceptable Behaviour Patterns, send you this petition to ban the following from offices worldwide:

  • Chewing gum at any audible level other than DEAD SILENT 
  • Regaling co-workers with details of the ~cRaZy~ dream you had last night
  • Interrupting people by waving your hand in their face while they have headphones on
  • Leaving pee on the toilet seat (Note: Joint proposal, in collaboration with Petition #852C5 – “Petition for Things to Be Banned Everywhere, You Savages”)
  • Eating any of the following foods outside of a common area intended for food consumption: Fish, apples, carrots, celery, kettle chips, hard boiled eggs, et al.
  • Taking personal phone calls in your open-concept office and whispering at that annoying level where we can hear every other word of your stupidity
  • Talking about your family/boyfriend/girlfriend/best friend drama to anybody, at any time
  • Adding people on an email trail who don’t need to be on the email trail
  • Removing people on an email trail who need to be on the email trail
  • Eating food from the fridge that you did not put in the fridge
  • Complaining constantly about how busy you are because HI, EVERYONE HAS THINGS TO DO. WE ARE AT WORK. THAT IS WHAT WORK IS. ACCUMULATING THINGS TO DO AND THEN FIGURING OUT HOW TO DO THE THINGS IN EXCHANGE FOR LEGAL TENDER.

Regards,
S.
Easily Irritated Union Representative

 

 

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Books, bitch!

23 Jan

Sweet, sweet books. People often see me reading a different one every few weeks and ask me for recommendations. Well, you’re all in luck! It just so happens that I keep a detailed list of every book I read because I am insane. Here is a list of what I read in 2012 and whether or not YOU should read it.

A Clash of Kings – George R.R. Martin
A Storm of Swords – George R.R. Martin
A Feast for Crows – George R.R. Martin

These are books 2 through 4, respectively, in the series “A Song of Fire and Ice” – the first one being (of course) Game of Thrones. I’ve had to physically stop myself from buying the fifth one, A Dance With Dragons, until it comes out on paperback because, hi, these books are all over 1000 pages. Fuck a hardcover. Read these if you a) really love the Game of Thrones television series and can’t wait to see what happens next and b) you really love reading. You have to invest a serious amount of time and energy into the narrative but gawd DAMMIT it is worth every second.

The Gargoyle – Andrew Davidson

This was an entertaining read. Two souls traveling over different time periods, finding each other again and again. If you don’t believe in that kinda shit, then maybe it isn’t for you. But hey, the main character is a crude atheist and a former porn star who gets badly burned in a car crash. He didn’t believe either. I’m just saying.

Just Kids – Patti Smith

ALL HAIL QUEEN PATTI. This memoir details her early life and subsequent relationship with the renowned photographer Robert Mapplethorpe. If you are drawn to photography, art, New York, the 60s/70s, good music or ALL OF THEM, COMBINED, ALWAYS  – then this is a book for you.

Innocent Erendira: And Other Stories – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabo is my favourite author, period. He does the most delicious things with language and touches my heart in ways no one else ever has. That is all.

Strange Pilgrims – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

See above.

The Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins
Catching Fire – Suzanne Collins

I wish I had read these books before I saw the movie. They actually weren’t too bad, considering they’re “teen fiction.” Not good enough for me to pick up the third one, but still. I really like dystopian science-fiction, even ESPECIALLY when it involves children fighting to the death.

The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Classic. I read this back in school but had a whole new appreciation for it upon reading again, decades later. I thoroughly suggest you do the same. (Also, could I be more excited for the movie coming out this Christmas? Leonardo DiCaprio as Gatsby? Jay-Z doing the musical score? SEE YA.)

This Side of Paradise – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Also a classic. I enjoyed this one in a very different way than I did Gatsby. There were some paragraphs I just read over and over. Recommended especially if you’re into the mentalities of post-war generations.

Imagine – Jonah Lehrer

This fucking guy. Okay. So Jonah Lehrer has written more than a few books and contributes regularly to my favourite podcast of all time, Radiolab. So imagine my delight upon realizing he has published a book about ~CrEaTiViTy~ right? The book itself was  great, repetitive in some places, but overall it really got me thinking about my own creative process and work environment, blah blah. Super. TURNS OUT… this guy fabricated more than one quote from Bob Dylan in the book. Fabricated, as in, faked. Quotes. From BOB. DYLAN. The book was taken off shelves (I wonder if mine will one day be worth anything??) and resigned from his post at The New Yorker. Not cool, Jonah. You were my hero! How could you do this to me?! Still though, if you feel like you’re in a creative slump, it might be worth reading. If you can find a copy. You can’t borrow mine, sorry.

When She Woke – Hillary Jordan

More dystopian teen science-fiction. Criminals have their entire bodies dyed a certain colour to reflect their crime. This girl gets dyed completely red, from head to toe, for having an abortion (aka “murder” which is funny because SO MANY PLACES ACTUALLY THINK THIS RIGHT NOW, LIKE IN 2013). One of those books you can’t put down, even if you want to. Worth it.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera

Amazing. Heart warming. Heartbreaking. Will probably read it again this year.

How Should a Person Be? – Sheila Heti

So good. Almost a painfully relevant book for me at this point in my life. I read this book ignorant to the fact that the narrator (aka the author) and her best friend/muse Margaux ARE REAL PEOPLE WHO EXIST IN LIFE and not only that, they’re from the city I live in. Mind blown. I must stop myself from stalking them on a regular basis. Although I totally read a blog that Margaux contributes to on a regular basis. That’s not stalking, right? If it is… you are all in so much trouble right now.

Bossypants – Tina Fey

I don’t even need to write anything here. Tina is funnier than you will ever be. Deal with it.

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) – Mindy Kaling

Not as good as Tina’s book, but totally worth it.

Nymphs of the Valley – Khalil Gibran

If you’re a fan of The Prophet by Khalil Gibran, I highly recommend you read this as well. It’s short and sweet, but filled with more spirit and soul than probably anything else on my bookshelf.

The Marriage Plot – Jeffrey Eugenides

Author of The Virgin Suicides and Middlesex (both amazing, go read right now) Jeffrey Eugenides is really turning out to be one of my favourites. I really enjoy the way he writes and the way he puts a plot together. This novel deals with love and manic depressive disorder and it is equal parts fascinating and heartbreaking.

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers

I don’t even know where to begin with this one. Dave Eggers, man. I read McSweeney’s Internet Tendency all the time (McSweeney’s is the publishing house that Dave Eggers founded)  and I can’t believe it took me this long to begin diving into his novels. This one, though… shit. This is a memoir of his childhood and adolescence and let’s just put it out there — Dave Eggers had a REALLY fucked up childhood and adolescence.  It’s a bit of a tough read, if you’re not used to his style… but it’s gut-wrenching and hilarious and so good.

THAT’S IT! Go! Be merry! Read books! Tell me what you think! (And just for curiosity’s sake, right now I’m reading Black Swan Green by David Mitchell who wrote one of my favourite books of 2010, The Thousand Autums of Jacob de Zoet. I even bought that bitch in hardcover.)

S.

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I mean…

9 Jan

Despite the title of this blog, we rarely (re: never) actually post about the act of defecating. And for that, you’re welcome. That being said, I still felt somewhat obligated to post this… just… because:

 

So there’s that.

Shout outs to the Reformed Whores. You’re doing God’s work, ladies.

S.

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Fun and Easy Ways to Stop Slut-Shaming in 2013

4 Jan

Hey.

Happy New Year.

I’d like to add another resolution to your 2013 self-improvement plan. Ready for it? No more slut-shaming!

Some of you may read this and automatically think: “But wait…. why? Sluts are bad, aren’t they? And shameful! SHAME THEM! SLUTS!!!” And if you did, sit the entire fuck down and let’s have a chat about that. For those of you who thought: “Oh, I don’t slut-shame. I just think it’s REALLY bad when girls, like, just have all this sex with dudes that aren’t even their boyfriends, y’know?” You also need to sit down, right beside that other asshole.

Just to make it clear: slut-shaming is the act of making someone – usually a woman – feel guilty and/or inferior for engaging in sexual behaviour that violates traditional gender expectations. For women, that usually means those who became sexually active at an early age, those who have had multiple partners and those who engage in casual sex. Okay?

Besides the fact that judging other people instead of worrying about yourself makes you a useless asshole who contributes literally nothing to society, here are the two main reasons why slut-shaming is bad:

  • It populates victim blaming, which is one of the stupidest fucking concepts that has ever plagued us humans. Victim blaming is exactly what it sounds like: blaming the victim of sexual abuse instead of THE PERSON WHO SEXUALLY ABUSED THEM. It means accusing them of doing something, saying something or wearing something that somehow invited their attacker to come abuse them, thus making it their fault. Let’s make it as clear as possible here: not wearing a short skirt and not having that sixth shot of tequila is not what needs to happen for a woman to avoid being raped. What needs to happen for a woman to avoid being raped is for MEN TO STOP RAPING WOMEN.
  • It prevents unity between women, which makes us weaker in a society that is out to divide and conquer. We are constantly being conditioned to fear and judge the sexuality of other women which achieves two very detrimental things: it makes us jealous and competitive towards our fellow women and fuels our own personal insecurity, making us far more susceptible to this type of shit and therefore easier to control.

And just because I want to make it as EASY AS POSSIBLE for you to be a better fucking human being this year, here are some fun and easy ways for you to stop slut-shaming in 2013:

  • Do you personally know the woman you’re calling a slut? Is she putting herself in danger? Do you think she may possibly need help? Maybe try talking to her about it. Y’know… like a friend, instead of a passive-aggressive asshole.
  • Do you NOT personally know the woman you’re calling a slut? Maybe try shutting up. Everyone has a story. You don’t know hers. She doesn’t know yours. Respect that fact. Go read a book instead.
  • Think about your own relationship with sex and intimacy. What does slut-shaming reflect about your own insecurities, your own self-worth, your own experience? Make a pie chart. Followed by a real pie, as a reward for analyzing yourself instead of others.
  • Stop using the word slut. Reconsider how you let society effortlessly control you through language. Focus on words that are fucking awesome like “ominous” or “crescendo” or “fuck” instead of words that reinforce this toxic, subtle and stubborn attack against an entire gender.

My friends. I hope you will join us in this crusade and I would love to hear your thoughts.

Here’s to a 2013 free of slut-shame.

S.

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Give Thanks

7 Oct

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving.

That’s right Americans, you’re not the only ones. We get a day off work to celebrate the colonial conquering of land belonging to the indigenous First Nations’ population too. SAY SOMETHING.

Well, sort of. There’s a lot of debate on what Canadian Thanksgiving was originally created to celebrate. Apparently, Lower Canada and Upper Canada used to observe it on different dates to celebrate different things. Even after Canada became one big ole nation, Thanksgiving was celebrated on different dates for different reasons. And then in 1957, the government was all like HEAR YE, MOTHERFUCKERS. Let’s just do this thing on the second Monday of every October, okay?! Okay. And here we are.

Now that I’ve blessed you with that infallible history lesson, here’s a list of things I’m thankful for today:

  • Summer being over. The heat is nice, but that humidity can get the entire fuck outta my face. Do you know what it’s like to wake up with a sweat mustache? Because I do.
  • The first frantic, feverish, unforgettable stages of infatuation.
  • Literally everything that is going on in this music video.
  • Air travel. We can fly through the sky, you guys. And a lot of people died trying to make that happen for us. Give thanks.
  • Frank Ocean.
  • Taking off your bra at the end of the day. Or basically whenever.
  • The faces people make when they play instruments.
  • Letting go of someone you’ve been holding on to for way too long. (WARNING: RANT COMING. INSTRUCTIONS: DEAL WITH IT.) You cannot change people into who you think they should be. Even if you’re trying to help them turn into a version of themselves you believe they deserve and have the ability to become, that is not your call to make nor your evolution to inspire. Especially not at the cost of your own emotional well being. In the words of one of my wisest friends, you are not virgin soil for their training wheels. And in the words of ME, do not sacrifice your emotional intelligence and waste it on someone who simply needs to develop their own.
  • Going pee, when you really need to pee.
  • Radiolab podcasts.
  • Whiskey. Except for when it makes me emotional.
  • The smell of an old book.
  • Wrapping your hands around a warm drink on a cold day. And by drink I mean dick. JUST KIDDING. Not kidding though, those things are always warm.
  • Going HAM in a fantasy sports league of any type when you have a vagina. I know that both K. and I have experience with this and let me tell you… there is no sweeter satisfaction.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an important date with my 4th bottle of beer and this pot of miso mushroom gravy. What are you thankful for, bruh?

S.

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Adam Carolla Said Some Things

23 Jun

A lot of people have been asking me about my thoughts on Adam Carolla’s recent remarks about women not being as funny as men. I guess I’ve made them laugh a few times and happen to have a vagina, which makes them assume I’ll have some well thought out diatribe that is equal parts empowering and gut-busting. The truth is that my thoughts on this are really all over the place, but I’m going to do my best to sum them up and entertain you while I’m at it. DANCE MONKEY, DANCE.

You ain’t funny, bitch!

If you missed it, here’s what he said:

The lesson you learned from a sexual harassment seminar was “Don’t hire chicks.” Do you hate working with women?

No. But they make you hire a certain number of chicks, and they’re always the least funny on the writing staff. The reason why you know more funny dudes than funny chicks is that dudes are funnier than chicks. If my daughter has a mediocre sense of humor, I’m just gonna tell her, “Be a staff writer for a sitcom. Because they’ll have to hire you, they can’t really fire you, and you don’t have to produce that much. It’ll be awesome.”

The “are women funny” debate has grown very contentious. You’re not worried about reactions to this?

I don’t care. When you’re picking a basketball team, you’ll take the brother over the guy with the yarmulke. Why? Because you’re playing the odds. When it comes to comedy, of course there’s Sarah Silverman, Tina Fey, Kathy Griffin — super-funny chicks. But if you’re playing the odds? No.

If Joy Behar or Sherri Shepherd was a dude, they’d be off TV. They’re not funny enough for dudes. What if Roseanne Barr was a dude? Think we’d know who she was? Honestly.

(Read the whole thing on the New York Post.)

Okay. Believe it or not, I think I actually might understand what he’s saying here. But let me try to paraphrase more tactfully and less like a sexist piece of shit. By the numbers it really does appear that there are more “funny” men than women, so I completely understand how this would lead his simple little brain to the conclusion that this must be because men are inherently funnier than women.

I’m not going to try and take Adam’s experiences away from him. I have no doubt that he has come across women who tell shitty jokes and have been hired to work as writers on a show simply because they are women. Good. He should hold us bleeders up to the same standards that he has for men. But instead of asking why this happens and trying to change it, he actually believes that it’s because women aren’t as funny as men. Like… by nature. As if there’s something wired into the ‘Y’ chromosome that inevitably makes your jokes funnier than ours. Which is hilarious. ADAM CAROLLA YOU ARE SO GOOD AT JOKES!!!!

Humor is subjective to personal taste (not to mention circumstance, environment, culture, etc) and this alone renders statements like “dudes are funnier than chicks” completely invalid. So to state it as an ubiquitous fact while completely ignoring or respecting the context as to WHY this is the case is what moves this whole issue from personal opinion (totally cool, carry on) to disrespectful and offensive (not cool, go fuck yourself).

So let’s look at the possible reasons as to why Adam Carolla, in all his wisdom and expertise, has possibly not been exposed to as many funny women as he has funny men:

Comedy is a safe space for men to exert the traits they are encouraged to develop from birth. Be loud, be strong, stand out and exert your power. Don’t apologize and offend people if you have to. Girls, however, are socially conditioned from childhood to be pleasant, pretty and polite. Make friends. Be welcoming and nurturing. Listen. Don’t yell. None of these things are conducive to a standup comedy routine.

The majority of female comics excel in very specific ways in one of two categories. One is self-deprecating humor; jokes that revolve around how awkward and/or lonely and/or single we are, eating our feelings and living with cats.  The other is overly sexual and graphic. Vibrators! One night stands! Menstruation! Small dicks!

(Of course, in no way am I saying that there are no male comics who lean on the crutch of self-deprecation (because that would be a wildly ignorant and inaccurate generalization, right Adam?). Many do. It’s one of the easiest forms of successful comedy, because people feel extremely comfortable laughing at someone who is laughing at themselves.)

But the problem with women falling into one – or both – of these categories (besides making you a one-dimension comic) is twofold. Both of these are tailored to the female experience and not the human experience in general, as if we are afraid to develop a sense of humor that DOESN’T revolve around being a woman for fear of being de-feminized and therefore not desirable. And because men don’t identify with many parts of the female experience (whereas women live every single day under the umbrella of the male experience) they don’t get the jokes. Or at least don’t find them as funny as other women do.

The second problem with getting stuck in these categories is that it perpetuates negativity towards women and reinforces stereotypes. Because women are not inherently encouraged by society to be as self-assured and confident as men are, our self-deprecating jokes are a dangerous way for men to laugh at the societal expectations that hold us down. Self-deprecating jokes about being single reinforce the idea that single women are pathetic and unhappy. Jokes about sleeping with someone you just met reinforce the idea that women who have sex whenever and with whoever they want are whores. Both of these categories also, in their own way, are rife with slut-shaming and feminine chauvinism, pitting women against women. But that’s another blog post.

It takes a lot of balls (pardon the horribly inappropriate pun) to walk up to a microphone in front of people and do ANYTHING, let alone try to tell jokes. Stand up comedy is the one art form in which people’s dissatisfaction or disapproval with your work is immediately made known to you in the form of silence. Most comedy clubs are run by men and there is an intimidation effect that probably deters a lot of women from trying it out. Women have not been bred to take criticism, and any comic will tell you that the industry revolves around it. This isn’t your problem though, Adam Carolla, this is our problem. And we’re aware of it. Well… at least some of us are.

I’ve only scratched the surface of the many, many layers that exist when it comes to this issue and I would REALLY like to know what you all think. For now, all I know for sure is that both sides are responsible for making a change. As women, we’re still working towards stripping the world of the compartments that we’ve long been forced to fit into. We won’t change that immediately and we won’t change that without the help of men. But what we can do is stop being so afraid. Stop being afraid to be fucking funny. Let go of your fear and realize the power that you have in humor. Always push yourself and those around you. Encourage your funny friends to start writing a blog or go to an open mic night. But most importantly, don’t sit there quietly when someone tells you what you (and your gender) are or are not.

S.

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Hey, Working Girls.

27 May

Hi, so remember when I used to write blog posts?

Me neither, BUT WAIT. Here I am, spending my Sunday afternoon with my laptop burning my legs (I’m not wearing pants), trying to rectify my wrongs with you good people. Although I’m not sure “good people” is the most accurate term, since 98% of our blog traffic is still coming from people searching the internet for pictures and videos of women pooping.

The funny thing is that if you search all the posts on this blog that I’ve written, at least five of them are basically just me apologizing for my extended absences. So I’m not going to do that. In fact, I don’t unnecessarily apologize for anything and you shouldn’t either. Read this post from Apocalypstick and cut it out, okay?

It’s especially difficult not to be a passive-aggressive, excessively-apologizing doormat at work. When you’re a young woman in the early stages of your career it seems like the only way to success is either by kissing ass or showing it off.

Even writing simple emails is a struggle sometimes. Either I feel like I’m coming across like a harsher version of the woman who hosts The Weakest Link:

Get it to me by end of day. Thanks. (Also, as I’m sure you can tell by my use of hard periods, I hate you.)

Or I come across like a desperate and spineless 14-year-old:

Is it possible to get this by the end of the day? If not, totally cool! Either is good! Even though it means I’ll have to do more work that is not my responsibility! Just let me know! ~eXcLaMaTiOn MaRkS!~ Ok, thanks! Happy Friday! :)

Finally, I settle on something that I hope is the perfect blend between confident, yet kind:

I’ll need it by end of day, please. Thanks!

And then I hate myself because I realize I just spent 20 minutes writing a nine word email. But such is life in the 21st century, where the majority of our human interaction is done in bits and bytes (LOL GET IT? COMPUTERZ.) and our intentions often misinterpreted thanks to irrelevant details such as comma use or period placement. And such is life as a successful woman in her late twenties, learning how to not take shit with a smile.

S.

Gather Round, Canadian Children

10 Mar

I’m just going to warn you now; if you are a human being who did not spend their formative childhood years in Canada with access to basic cable and are not between the ages of 25-35 as you read this, what is about to happen may make little to no sense. Although if you don’t fit both of these categories and just happen to be an aging artist who enjoys watching strange children’s shows from the 1980s while on a three-day PCP binge then enjoy, friend.

For those of you who do fit this mold, I’m about to take you on a wild journey back into the depths of both your memory and heart. No matter what your family life was like, what school you went to, how you’ve grown, what soul-searching you’ve done on the banks of whatever-the-fuck country you traveled to on your parents’ dime after high school, what career you ended up going into or what heartbreak you have doled out or suffered through in life – I am telling you right now that these show are why you are you who are. Point blank period. This is also why, despite all the seemingly inherent differences that may exist between you and I, we will forever be bonded. Here we go.

Take Part!

Let’s do some crafts, bitches! I’m convinced this show turned me into an artist. The things I could do with an empty shoe box, some pipe-cleaners, a handful of glitter and some googly eyes. Gawd damn.

This show was produced by Lois and Herb Walker but also had a cast of unforgettable (although slightly creepy, in retrospect) characters. Remember crazy Mr. Twister?

Marke’s Recycle Cycle (and creepy over-sized eyes)?

There was also Pam’s Kitchen but I always used that segment as a break to go get myself a snack because umm, hello, why would I just want to sit around and watch other people eating snacks?

The Smoggies

Pioneering in terms of radical environmentalism. As a child, I had no idea what the fuck it meant to ‘measure your carbon footprint’ but I’ll tell you right now, I was not about to let NO motherfucking Smoggie pollute my ocean. This show made my 5-year-old ass want to go help clean oil off baby ducks from the Exxon Valdez and made me extremely adamant that my mother only bought cans of tuna with the “no chopped up dolphins in here” logo.

The Racoons

The most important thing about this show was the fact that instead of taking place in a magical world of seizure-inducing colours in the sky (I’m talking to you, Rainbow Brite…ole bright ass bitch) this show looked exactly like your backyard, especially if you grew up in British Columbia or Alberta. This shit was REAL.

It took place in the Evergreen Forest, which were basically the only trees you knew existed for the first 10 years of your life until your family saved up enough money to go to on a trip to San Diego and you nearly shit your pants seeing a palm tree for the first time. It felt like if you played outside long enough, you were bound to run into one of these dudes. The only thing that reminded you it wasn’t real was the aardvark millionaire, Cyril Sneer.

Really, though - an aardvark?

[Fun fact: I honestly thought he was a "weird-pig-kinda-thing" until I researched this show as an adult.]

Stickin’ Around

Just yesterday, someone in my office mentioned this show and no one could remember it until I started singing the theme song. Then our brains exploded.

Under The Umbrella Tree

This is the show I feel the least amount of people remember. So when I finally meet someone who does, it’s like looking into the mirror for the first time. I see you.

Today’s Special

This shit had me screaming “hocus pocus alimagocus” at every mannequin I saw until 1993, although the thought of a mannequin coming alive is now one of my greatest adult fears. When I moved to Toronto a few years ago, I found myself screaming it again at the top of my lungs when I was walking down Queen Street West and realized they shot the show in the store windows of what is now The Bay. Thankfully screaming at basically nothing seems to be the municipal pastime of Queen Street West.

Sharon Lois and Bram

WE ARE ALL SO HIGH

Kidstreet

I wanted to be on this show so bad until I realized that your teammate had to be a sibling. My younger brother was only one year old when the show stopped shooting new episodes so THANKS, MITCH.

Video and Arcade Top 10

Sweet graphics, bro.

And the most important lesson you could ever have possibly learned…

DON’T YOU PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH.

Before I go pass out from overwhelming nostalgia, shout outs also to the following pillars of cultural relevance:

  • Polka Dot Door
  • The Friendly Giant
  • Fred Penner
  • Dudley the Dragon
  • Uh Oh!

Have I blown your mind? Did I miss your favourite show? Is Fred Penner your cousin’s stepdad or something? Talk to me.

S.


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PGPT Celebrates International Women’s Day

8 Mar

Oh hay, girl.

First of all, I’m sorry for my absence. I’ve left K. here alone to entertain you all for some time now and I apologize. Mama is home. I’ve got a bunch of new posts sitting halfway done in our ‘drafts’ and I promise to finish them soon. In the meantime, I will send you to other places where people write much more frequently AND prolifically. It’s International Women’s Day! So I wanted to share with you some of the blogs and sites that revolve around women in some capacity and that I read on a regular basis:

Gender Across Borders: GAB is a global feminist community, blog and a global voice for gender justice. Great articles that cover a multitude of gender issues in various facets of life. PLUS, they have a book club which I am totally joining as soon as I’m done this post.

Jezebel: You should all know this already, though.

Bad Perm: Full disclosure here – I’ve been a part of this site since its inception about four months ago. But let me tell you UNBIASEDLY why it is so great and so needed. If you’re a woman who also happens to be a fan of hip-hop, then you know how prevalent misogyny still is within the genre and how difficult it is to be a true fan of the culture while not ignoring the blatant misrepresentation of your fellow female kind. Bad Perm is not a site dedicated only to women in hip-hop, it’s dedicated to hip-hop from a woman’s perspective. And therein lies the difference. The entire site is run by women; from the coding and graphic design to the writing, videography and editorial support. We’re not highlighting the achievements of one specific gender, just making sure that the stories and experiences of being a hip-hop fan are being told in both voices.

Those are just a few of my suggestions for you to check out today (and every day)… now do YOU have any suggestions for us?

Three cheers for vaginas,
S.

 

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Oh, Finally.

3 Jan

IT’S LIKE YOU JUST KNOW WHAT I NEED, GROUPON

There are just so many reasons why I need this. Some of them relate to a very positive push towards dental hygiene but most of them relate to having Justin Bieber in my mouth every day.

Have I mentioned it’s almost my birthday, you guys?

S.

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