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R.I.P. Cynthia Brouse
Going into fourth year, we had been warned by older students that our copy editing and fact-checking instructor Cynthia Brouse was a little strange — her obsession with Paul Gross, an (overly?) honest admission to the previous year’s group that she lay somewhere between fag hag and celibate — but for a nascent feminist such as…
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Lady Gaga’s feminist call to arms
You should watch this uncut, two-hour Q&A on showstudio.com with Lady Gaga. At the 21:30 mark, Mario Testino asks: “Your looks are so extreme. Is this a reaction to something? Are you questioning or altering the status quo of women’s style?” Yes, yes I am. I am a feminist. I reject wholeheartedly the way we…
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Someone pass me a salad: the post-#cupcakecampTO post
(image from spotlighttoronto.com) I’m not much of a baker — I’m constantly fucking up even basic cookie recipes. Luckily for me, I have mastered the recipe for the only cookie that matters, a.k.a Pierre Hermes’ fleur de sel and chocolate sables from foodbeam. Unfortunately, I can’t say I’ve picked up his macaronage expertise, but I…
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My childhood best friend, the Cantopop superstar
From left: Mom and me, Ellen, Jamie, circa 1994? You’d think the title of this post is an exaggeration, but I’m not lying. Her name is Ellen Joyce Loo. See? She even has a Wikipedia page. When I was nine, we were three — Jamie, Ellen and me. We shared one of those best friend…
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More on hockey: Whither our golden girls when Games are over?
‘Cause I’m beating this horse good and dead before I move onto another topic to rage about, I wrote about hockey again, this time for my Metro column: Both our hockey teams struck Olympic gold in Vancouver. The next day, hockey fever raged on for the NHL. But whither the women after the podium is…
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