Katie is an author and writer living in Toronto. Follow her on Twitter: @wtevs
The newest hot trend in the trying-so-hard-not-to-expend-one-iota-of-independent-self-guided-research crowd is declining your vote. In less than 24 hours all manner of articles have sprung up that read like the person writing them caught a case of spontaneous narcolepsy when forced to talk about the election. Nobody is going to argue the fact that the Ontario party leaders we've been presented with this time around come across as flat and less than engaging, but when was it ever going to be an option that Hudak's lifeless floating grin be the one I could hold accountable were something to happen to me in my own neighbourhood? Did everyone forget how our political system works?
It seems now's the time everyone in Toronto is looking for a scapegoat for Rob Ford, and that scapegoat is "the suburbs." And the ire that title is beginning to get thrown around with is starting the have all the trappings of actual hate speech. The majority of this attitude is coming from my peer group, from mid-20 to mid-30 somethings who regularly laud themselves as champions of social and political issues, with a variable perma-overflowing cornucopia of things to protest and defend -- anything but ignorant. But for all intensive purposes it is this same group of people who are now, in effect, "othering" the suburbs. It'd be an easy thing to shrug, to pass off as heat-of-the-moment, if it weren't so permeating and well, stupid.
11/07/2013 01:12 EST
There's a pretty levelling quote of Germaine Greer's: "Women have no idea how much men hate them." It's the kind of quote that not only knocks you ass-backwards but continues to unfurl in front of you, because the volume it speaks is only really matched by the layers in which it's applicable.
10/10/2013 05:46 EDT
There is a trend or idea or general genre of the female singer-songwriter who somehow has to shrivel to remain sincere. This floppy prospector hat wearing type who whispers her feelings to you while maintaining a little pout. If all you have to say is you are mad at your boyfriend and your Etsy store is tanking then cool. Just get away from me and make a new Tumblr about it.
03/01/2013 05:36 EST
Ever since that first tender cry of Rob Ford, a sound that can only be described as a siren being sped up through a yak bak repeated by a smarmy parrot yelling at you through an intercom -- shrill and persistent and hammering down on your senses -- we were suddenly all awake, galvanized to this frothing renegade on our radar. Everything he did was newsworthy, on all the national front pages. The whole country was paying attention to Toronto, some saying we finally got what we deserved. Ford was, in his own fumbling toward ecstasy sort of way, successfully rallying the entire country.
11/26/2012 04:27 EST
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