My hometown wasn't a particularly tolerant place when I grew up there. Squamish in the 1990s was a logging town of roughly ten thousand people, often referred to as the "McDonald's pit stop on the way to Whistler." Despite being less than an hour away from a diverse and progressive urban center, many of the kids I grew up with didn't have access to experiences that might expand a young person's view of the world. And many of the ones who did seemingly weren't interested.
Social media has become a hotbed for divisive political discussion, especially over the past year. I used to love scanning my Twitter feed, quickly consuming my daily headlines, until it became engulfed with trolls and bad grammar.
Representing a tiny piece of an expansive puzzle of islands, Coralina is part of the Islas del Rosario archipelago, 100 kilometers from Cartagena. Made up entirely of coral and mangroves, its delicate appearance compelled me to tiptoe gently upon it, as if to prevent a piece of this paradise from breaking away and slipping into the sea.
Arriving in Cartagena the day the government signed a historic peace deal with FARC (The Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia) heightened both my excitement and anxiety about choosing Colombia for a winter getaway.
With the U.S. election less than a week away, the number of people threatening to migrate north should Donald Trump land in the White House are multiplying. I guess we should feel flattered that our American neighbours consider us a suitable alternative. Yet, I can't help but feel like a jilted lover reduced to sloppy seconds.
As my tickle trunk of costumes has grown over the years, my desire to be creative has dwindled. Why spend a hundred bucks or more on a costume that will undoubtedly end up wrecked and reeking of booze by the end of the night?
When I explained to a journalist standing next to me on the red carpet, about to interview such-and-such star at a premiere, that I was a freelancer covering the event on my own dime, he was a bit dumbfounded. "Ah, so you're a backdoor journalist, then," he concluded. As much as the label bothered me, he was right.
This is where I see the shift in narrative taking place. It's not a matter of whether or not women are capable of succeeding in whatever field they choose. That's not the debate anymore. It's about women understanding what they're worth and feeling OK about asking for it.
The solution to ending the senseless violence that continues to rock the U.S. is a simple one; a nation-wide ban on assault rifles. Period. I completely appreciate why some people are protective of the right to own a firearm.... Again, I grew up around firearms and in no way am I anti-gun. But... these are weapons that have no place in an otherwise safe and civil society.
In Los Angeles County alone, there are 35,000 youth in foster care right now. At age 18 or 21, state and federal support abruptly ends and the youth who aren't adopted are ejected out of the foster system, many without the support of family or any community networks to help them make a successful transition into adulthood. Many of these young people are smart, driven, kind and articulate, determined to lead fulfilling, productive lives. Something as simple as the kindness of strangers getting together to set up their first pad can go a long way in helping these kids realize their potential.
I've always found it interesting how J. Law's star power would go up the more immature and crass she behaved during public appearances and interviews, but I never felt compelled to write about it. Until a clip of her reaction to a struggling journalist surfaced this week following Sunday's Golden Globes.
Situated on top of a geometric vortex, the Integratron was built in the 1960s by aerospace engineer George Van Tassel who claimed the idea to build it was inspired by communications he had received from extra-terrestrial life. Its energy is said to be capable of cell rejuvenation, anti-gravity and time travel.
I have a beautiful network of girlfriends, each unique in her shape, size and sex appeal. Some of them are naturally thin. Some of them are incredibly fit. Some of them even struggle to put weight on. Does that mean they deserve a little public jeering because they don't struggle to maintain a certain dress size?
Let's be clear -- no one who signed up for Ashley Madison has committed a crime or participated in illegal activity. Shouldn't we be channelling our outrage towards a group of hackers for taking it upon themselves to determine what's immoral and what's appropriate conduct on the Internet? Using cyber-terrorism as a tool to shame people who may not navigate by the same moral compass as you is not only the ultimate breach in privacy; it's an attack on net neutrality. Imposing fear on people for how they behave online is just as repressive as restricting certain behaviours and content in the first place.
We humans have an innate desire to define things, don't we? Let's slap a label on something to determine it's perceived value, purpose or meaning. It's how we categorize and compartmentalize our surroundings. People, too.
Would you leverage your Uber app to find your soul mate? Or at the very least, your next Friday night guy or gal? After all, the first thing the app asks for is your "pickup location" which sounds suspiciously close to a dating app if you ask me.