"Boys will be boys" and "it's just guy talk" are expressions that we need to erase from our vocabulary as a justification for some men's blatantly inappropriate behaviour toward women. This week, we saw disturbing events at Dalhousie University's Dental School involving comments of a sexual nature and those suggesting sexual violence against women, posted on a social media site. Response to the incident ranges from condemnation to commentators justifying the action of the male students on the basis that this was "just guy talk."
Past generations of professional hockey players were never at risk of mumps outbreaks. Today's players are, and tomorrow's will be, along with adults generally. These outbreaks -- which the media portray as coming out of the blue -- don't surprise anyone in medical circles who has been paying attention.
In the debate around what to do about the Dalhousie dental students' infamous Facebook page, there are a lot of misconceptions and ignorant statements being thrown around about restorative justice which sorely need to be addressed. While I do not consider myself an expert on restorative justice, I do feel qualified to comment on some of the most egregious of these. To say that restorative justice is an "easy way out", that it minimizes the significance of the offences or that it is unsuitable due to the inherent power dynamic in place reflects a striking lack of understanding of this process.
Goldberg's most surreal statement is that there is "real" racism -- presumably the overt kind seen in Hollywood period films -- and then there's a form of "ridiculousness" that encompasses racial profiling. Is that like being "half pregnant"?
LGBTQ students in Catholic boards face the added dimension of shame and self-hatred from entrenched homophobia in the church. As a gay Christian, I'm all too familiar with these experiences.
Up on the rooftop, reindeer pause. Out jumps...well, you know who. Whenever Christmas gets close, children of all ages eagerly await the return of Santa Claus. Known by many names all over the world, Father Christmas is one of the most lasting figures in history. He's everything from a mythical father figure to a kick-ass salesman of soft drinks. Here are a few random facts about the jolly old one.
For me the holidays are all about family traditions. One of my favourite holiday memories growing up is the warm smell of cookies baking in the oven. Now that I have children and grandchildren of my own, it has become my recipe as well and my daughters are now baking them too, passing the tradition down even further.
As a blogger of Young Adult literature and a professional book reviewer, I read a lot. There are tons of great books out there if you are looking to purchase your teen a gift of the literary sort (and of reasonable cost). The following are my top picks for 2014, based on quality and overall likeability.
With the giant influx of health apps on the market it was only a matter of time before chronic disorders such as epilepsy began drawing the attention of application programmers. For those with epilepsy, this is excellent news.
A new year brings excitement and anticipation of what's to come. It gives us the permission to make changes in our lives or not. With a little orchestration, we can map out 2015, set goals and accomplish more. This might be the best gift you could give yourself. Let me show you how.
Like most children, my 5-year-old is obsessed with Christmas. He loves the brightly colored lights. He is spellbound by Christmas trees. He gleefully sings about reindeers, Santa, and jingle bells. The only problem is that we're Jewish and we don't celebrate Christmas.
There's no place like home for the holidays. You get off the airplane and into the backseat of your dad's car and say to yourself, "Why the heck did I ever leave this place?" Everything is exactly how you remember it. Or so you think.
My girlfriend likes safety, security and endless amounts of back rubs. I bring her flowers just because, and write notes about my feelings. The feelings are there, I love her immensely, I just feel it's so unnecessary to verbalize it daily. Words don't matter, actions do.
Just because I'm sober doesn't mean I don't want to come to your party. Maybe I do and maybe I don't, but if we're friends, I'd at least like the invite so I can decide for myself.
But as inner turmoil may come and go, I've come to realize that my body is pure, specifically designed, and not left to be abandoned. That my body is a dimension of myself, and something of power and strength.
I have spent most of my 20s in emotionally abusive relationships. Until a year ago, I thought I was the worst kind of damaged goods, a girl who could only love men who hurt her. I didn't want to talk about my experiences because I thought that my kind of pain was self-inflicted. If I was stupid enough to stay, I deserved it.
'Tis the season of rush! If you are like most of us, it's still hustle and bustle as you race to the finish line. The end of the year can be a wonderful time but it can also be hectic and stressful. Here are tips to help you manage the year-end season of rush with more ease.
The problem is that an ASD is a permanent neurological disorder; it doesn't go away, but rather confirms itself over time. As parents of children with special needs, we each have to find our path. Over time, we all find our way. For me this was, and continues to be, a lesson in acceptance and redefining my values.
No matter how old we get, we somehow still revert back to our childhood roles and need for approval when we return home to our original family unit.