Celery is about all these models must eat to stay so deathly and wretchedly thin. Their poor bodies must be screaming for a few carbs! I felt sorry for the struggling bodies trying to keep their hosts alive on a carrot a day. Watching "Seven Days Out" on Netflix, I happened upon Paris fashion week and the offerings of Karl Lagerfeld at Chanel.
OMG! Absolutely hideous! Who would actually wear any of these monstrosities? The dresses were, well....gruesome. Feathers, ribbons, bows, ugly black boots, stupid hats.......you name it, Karl had worked it all into his collection. And the ridiculous thing was it was literally "The Emperor's New Clothes". Everyone was falling all over and congratulating themselves on how fabulous everything was. Karl, of course, will never wear any of his outfits, so he's off scott free.
I have news for them. The clothes were ludicrous, absurd and unwearable.
Silly, silly, silly.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Another first
Went to a neighbourhood party here the other night and met a middle-aged woman who had weaned herself off fentanyl after years of using it for pain. This was the first time I had met a fentanyl person. Her doctor had actually prescribed it so she thought she could safely use it. But it wasn't working, so instead of upping the dose, she went "cold turkey". "I did not sleep for two weeks," she told me. "It was a nightmare."
But she said her personality had actually returned. This is how so many get hooked on this drug. First, they are prescribed it and next they are hooked. "The doctors get paid to push it by the drug companies," said a friend who knows how all this skull drudgery works.
They are killing a lot of people.
But she said her personality had actually returned. This is how so many get hooked on this drug. First, they are prescribed it and next they are hooked. "The doctors get paid to push it by the drug companies," said a friend who knows how all this skull drudgery works.
They are killing a lot of people.
Monday, December 24, 2018
Only I....
....would venture into Walmart on Christmas Eve. What a "duh" thing to do! Yes, it was insane because December 24th is the day all men decide to do their Christmas shopping. That, my friends, is a fact. Men do not shop until they absolutely have to.
Just to double down on that dumb idea, I then decided it was a great day to go to the liquor store! Again, a hoarde of last-minute-ers was wandering or dashing around. Those of us who know what we need and where it is dash; the rest wander, trying to find something unique to bring for Christmas dinner. Dashing or not, it was still a wait-in-line event.
But, it got done.
I was in Walmart because I had second thoughts about the gift I had bought my granddaughter -- she of the dress-herself variety. And you never know what that means. She will absolutely not wear anything her mother or I suggest, so the adorable moose hat I had bought her in Banff a while ago seemed a long shot. It's so cute, but the "cute" type she is not. Although adorable, this one is not inclined to dress the part -- a trait I support because I am like that myself. And so was her mother. I could not dress her mother either and the apple has not fallen far from that tree. So I opted for a "Peppa Pig" top and leggings. Those she will wear.
If you know me, you know my style is my own. I do not -- and never have -- followed fashion. I wear what suits me and colour outside the lines now and then. I remember years ago, when we went to my late mother's for Sunday dinner, she remarked, "G-d, I certainly hope you don't go to the office dressed in some of the outfits you wear here."
I was shocked because I thought I always looked fabulous. And yes, I did go to the office in "those" outfits. But she was a very conventional and conservative dresser and I was/am not. I am a high-heel gal and always will be. Give me pink heels, or give me death.
On the food front, we were at a gathering the other evening and the hostess served Tortière. Being Westerners, no one knew why it was called what it was? I explained that it had originally been made with torte meat, a bird long extinct, but that now it had to be made with ground pork and beef. So, a few Westerners have been educated on the famous meat pie. Mission accomplished.
Merry Merry.
Just to double down on that dumb idea, I then decided it was a great day to go to the liquor store! Again, a hoarde of last-minute-ers was wandering or dashing around. Those of us who know what we need and where it is dash; the rest wander, trying to find something unique to bring for Christmas dinner. Dashing or not, it was still a wait-in-line event.
But, it got done.
I was in Walmart because I had second thoughts about the gift I had bought my granddaughter -- she of the dress-herself variety. And you never know what that means. She will absolutely not wear anything her mother or I suggest, so the adorable moose hat I had bought her in Banff a while ago seemed a long shot. It's so cute, but the "cute" type she is not. Although adorable, this one is not inclined to dress the part -- a trait I support because I am like that myself. And so was her mother. I could not dress her mother either and the apple has not fallen far from that tree. So I opted for a "Peppa Pig" top and leggings. Those she will wear.
If you know me, you know my style is my own. I do not -- and never have -- followed fashion. I wear what suits me and colour outside the lines now and then. I remember years ago, when we went to my late mother's for Sunday dinner, she remarked, "G-d, I certainly hope you don't go to the office dressed in some of the outfits you wear here."
I was shocked because I thought I always looked fabulous. And yes, I did go to the office in "those" outfits. But she was a very conventional and conservative dresser and I was/am not. I am a high-heel gal and always will be. Give me pink heels, or give me death.
On the food front, we were at a gathering the other evening and the hostess served Tortière. Being Westerners, no one knew why it was called what it was? I explained that it had originally been made with torte meat, a bird long extinct, but that now it had to be made with ground pork and beef. So, a few Westerners have been educated on the famous meat pie. Mission accomplished.
Merry Merry.
Sunday, December 23, 2018
My first enounter
For her work, she gets $2,000 a month. I am talking about a young pregnant woman who cut my hair the other day. "When are you due?" I asked. In February, but it's not mine, she told me. Taken aback, I was glad she filled me in before I had to ask what she meant. She is a surrogate for a gay couple in the US.
How cool! I took the opportunity to quiz her on how it all worked. Apparently, not even the egg is hers. The couple picked an egg donor, fertilized her egg and then froze the embryo(s) until they picked a suitable surrogate. They chose this young lady. "There is a two-minute window to implant the embryo after it is thawed," she told me. "Two days later, I knew it had taken because I started morning sickness." This couple already has a surrogate-bred boy, so the other male fertilized this baby -- which happens to be a girl.
"Do you think it will be difficult to part with the baby you've 'cooked' it for nine months?" I asked. "Not at all because it's not mine. I have even arranged to be a surrogate for another gay couple in Toronto after this one is born." Wow! I was amazed. Apparently, she went to Toronto for the implantation, but all her other tests are performed in the states, where she travels with a friend and enjoys the weekend. "They pay for everything, of course, and the couple attends all the appointments with me. If I were in the US, I would get $5,000 a month, but I'm not really doing it for the money. Sort of, but not really. I mean, why not give a couple a baby if I can?" She has a seven-year-old son of her own, but apart from a little morning sickness, is one of those happily-pregnant women who breeze though it all.
I left with a great haircut and a little more knowledge about how some babies are made. Being adopted, I began to existentially ponder my own fate, had this procedure been available to my parents. I would probably have been raised in an orphanage, instead of in the wonderful household and family in which I was.
How cool! I took the opportunity to quiz her on how it all worked. Apparently, not even the egg is hers. The couple picked an egg donor, fertilized her egg and then froze the embryo(s) until they picked a suitable surrogate. They chose this young lady. "There is a two-minute window to implant the embryo after it is thawed," she told me. "Two days later, I knew it had taken because I started morning sickness." This couple already has a surrogate-bred boy, so the other male fertilized this baby -- which happens to be a girl.
"Do you think it will be difficult to part with the baby you've 'cooked' it for nine months?" I asked. "Not at all because it's not mine. I have even arranged to be a surrogate for another gay couple in Toronto after this one is born." Wow! I was amazed. Apparently, she went to Toronto for the implantation, but all her other tests are performed in the states, where she travels with a friend and enjoys the weekend. "They pay for everything, of course, and the couple attends all the appointments with me. If I were in the US, I would get $5,000 a month, but I'm not really doing it for the money. Sort of, but not really. I mean, why not give a couple a baby if I can?" She has a seven-year-old son of her own, but apart from a little morning sickness, is one of those happily-pregnant women who breeze though it all.
I left with a great haircut and a little more knowledge about how some babies are made. Being adopted, I began to existentially ponder my own fate, had this procedure been available to my parents. I would probably have been raised in an orphanage, instead of in the wonderful household and family in which I was.
Thursday, December 20, 2018
P-correctness at its most silly
'Globe and Mail' columnist, Denise Balkisoon, has written a piece today attacking Doug Ford's declaration that free speech is to be implemented at all Ontarian universities. Unless it is hate speech, or against the law, students are now free to say what they like.
Wow! What an idea! Isn't that what universities are for? To let young people express their opinions and learn from each other -- whether they agree or not? Guess not, in Balkisoon's opinion.
This is the welcome antidote to what Allan Rock did at Ottawa U a number of years ago, when he succumbed to a gang of Arab protestors who did not want American, right-wing celebrity, Ann Coulter, to speak. They went wild and Rock caved. She was not permitted to speak. That was an outrage and I, for one, am glad Ford has decided to change the universities' channels.
When at Carleton, I took "Religion 101" and learned so much from other faiths. Would they have been banned because they did not follow common orthodoxy? Probably, but here we are, teaching about all faiths in a university. What's next? A modern-day Luther's head on a stake in the public thoroughfare? A heretic in a stockade in the town square?
People need to get a grip.
Wow! What an idea! Isn't that what universities are for? To let young people express their opinions and learn from each other -- whether they agree or not? Guess not, in Balkisoon's opinion.
This is the welcome antidote to what Allan Rock did at Ottawa U a number of years ago, when he succumbed to a gang of Arab protestors who did not want American, right-wing celebrity, Ann Coulter, to speak. They went wild and Rock caved. She was not permitted to speak. That was an outrage and I, for one, am glad Ford has decided to change the universities' channels.
When at Carleton, I took "Religion 101" and learned so much from other faiths. Would they have been banned because they did not follow common orthodoxy? Probably, but here we are, teaching about all faiths in a university. What's next? A modern-day Luther's head on a stake in the public thoroughfare? A heretic in a stockade in the town square?
People need to get a grip.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Ludicrous
So, the international climate groupies have wound up yet another conference in Poland, declaring they have solved all the problems. Really? No. Without fossil fuels, the world cannot operate. Alternative energy? Doesn't exist at the moment. Here they are, closing out yet another useless conference:
They look so self-satisfied, but have actually accomplished nothing. And there's our girl "Climate Barbie" on the left, looking so happy. Actually, it's very sad.
Also in the news today, the knashing-of-teeth-and-pulling of hair in Ontario because Doug Ford has slashed educational funding for special tutoring and native studies. About time. Why should taxpayers fund tutoring? And why should they fund native studies? We had a couple of our kids tutored and paid for it. That's how it's supposed to work. If kids are failing in class, they either fail, or the parents finance tutoring in the hope they might pass. As to native studies, that should be left to the natives.
Monday, December 10, 2018
It can be done
Apparently, "having" all is impossible. I beg to differ. Some of us actually "did" it all. Because we had to. Margaret Wente wrote a column about it in 'The Globe and Mail' the other day. She was talking about Michelle Obama, who said it couldn't be done. And this from a woman who had hot-and-cold running staff while she lived in the White House! If she couldn't manage "it", she failed.
The column referred to Cheryl Sandberg's book about "Leaning In". She advocated women's doing it all, which I actually did. Some of us actually did it "all". I was determined not to be penalized for the biological function of reproducing -- which women were. When I had a baby, I was in the office during labour and only left when the pains got a tad unbearable. Back then (1976), one got a job back, but not one's own job. We also did not get our pay; we got unemployment insurance and returned to work six months later to find someone else in our offices, doing our jobs.
We had to start all over.
To add more to my burden, I married a man with a complete b-tch for an ex-wife. Money hungry, she never let up being uncooperative and unfair -- even though the courts ordered her to share. A concept with which she was unfamiliar, unless it was with our money, which she could not get enough of. I found it wrong that my salary was factored into her spousal and child support, given the fact that I earned it and had to support my own two children with no contribution from their father. You'd think she'd have been ashamed to take money from another woman, but not on your life. The more she could grab, the better.
So, "lean in" is nothing new to me and my cohort. We invented the concept and are still leaning. I am grateful women now get a year off with pay. We did that for them, so when well-educated women elect to sit home with kids and meet for coffee, it pisses me off. They will regret it when they try to re-enter the workplace and find it has moved on without them, thank you very much.
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Switching gears, the latest lamentation is from the human rights gang who are up in arms because more blacks than Caucasians are being arrested. My question is, what are the crime rates for these groups? Of course, no journalist asks this obvious question. I mean, if more blacks are being arrested, they must be committing more crimes. No? It has to do with crime, not race, but G-d forbid anyone asks.
The column referred to Cheryl Sandberg's book about "Leaning In". She advocated women's doing it all, which I actually did. Some of us actually did it "all". I was determined not to be penalized for the biological function of reproducing -- which women were. When I had a baby, I was in the office during labour and only left when the pains got a tad unbearable. Back then (1976), one got a job back, but not one's own job. We also did not get our pay; we got unemployment insurance and returned to work six months later to find someone else in our offices, doing our jobs.
We had to start all over.
To add more to my burden, I married a man with a complete b-tch for an ex-wife. Money hungry, she never let up being uncooperative and unfair -- even though the courts ordered her to share. A concept with which she was unfamiliar, unless it was with our money, which she could not get enough of. I found it wrong that my salary was factored into her spousal and child support, given the fact that I earned it and had to support my own two children with no contribution from their father. You'd think she'd have been ashamed to take money from another woman, but not on your life. The more she could grab, the better.
So, "lean in" is nothing new to me and my cohort. We invented the concept and are still leaning. I am grateful women now get a year off with pay. We did that for them, so when well-educated women elect to sit home with kids and meet for coffee, it pisses me off. They will regret it when they try to re-enter the workplace and find it has moved on without them, thank you very much.
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Switching gears, the latest lamentation is from the human rights gang who are up in arms because more blacks than Caucasians are being arrested. My question is, what are the crime rates for these groups? Of course, no journalist asks this obvious question. I mean, if more blacks are being arrested, they must be committing more crimes. No? It has to do with crime, not race, but G-d forbid anyone asks.
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