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[EDITED SEPTEMBER 19 in order to include the links to CANADALAND and The Current.]
This seems just plain misguided. Like, why?
This is the same sort of thing we find as Louis C.K. tries to make a comeback: men get a platform to speak and defend themselves. But geez, like, don't we have other people to platform? When I saw the article about Ghomeshi, an odd thought appeared in my brain: "Where's the shame?" I don't believe that shame is a good mover of change; just because someone feels shame doesn't mean they will act appropriately afterwards. But I'm a little stunned at the severe lack of shame in these attempted comebacks. But these guys, they get defensive, they dig their heels in. It's ugly. And I don't get why brands, such as the Comedy Cellar or the New York Review of Books, want names like Ghomeshi and C.K. associated with their products right now. Just because they're famous doesn't mean you need to host their message on your platform. The New Yorker realized this when they misjudged their Steve Bannon speech. They reacted appropriately and removed him from that platform. But Ghomeshi and C.K.? Nobody needs this right now. Let them wither.
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Today I spent a little time in Vancouver for the first time since late November. I had to pick up my daughters from the Airport. I parked our hideous pickup at Scott Road Station and took the SkyTrain downtown, aiming to find my way to YVR.
This was easy to do because I like walking.
And when you really like something, it's hard to see why people think it's so weird. My students in Hope laughed at me when I'd walk the five blocks to downtown Hope for groceries; my fellow teachers raised an eyebrow when I told them that I regularly walked five kilometers from my home to the Mall of Arabia in 6 October City; when I told party-goers last weekend that I walked an hour and 10 minutes to the party, they looked at me like I must be hiding something. But I'm not. I enjoy my walking time. I really do. But back to my story. I made it downtown and meandered a little.
And I got back on the SkyTrain to YVR. When I met my daughters and mother-in-law at Arrivals, they wanted to go get some food with some other in-law members of the family. They chose the Cactus Club in Richmond. They didn't have room in their car, so they offered to send someone else to come out and pick me up. And I said "No." I wanted to ride the SkyTrain and walk.
And by the time I was finished my SkyTrain ride to Richmond, which only took 20 minutes or so, I'd written this rant:
I'm the #WalkingSnob. Unless #WalkSnob is better. How would I know?
I don't know how to hashtag.
As I start to compile my 30-second Twitter rants into YouTube videos in order to make them easier to embed, I've started a playlist.
I don't intend on making the videos pretty in any way, but it's certainly nice to be able to embed them as a single video instead of a series of different videos.
Yesterday, while I took Rosita for a walk, I saw a sign through a church window that grabbed my attention. And it prompted the following rant.
Copyright Disney, obviously.
My first date was watching The Little Mermaid in a basement rec room. I think. I dunno. I don't remember, really. It was a long time ago.
But I was thinking about how "flipping your fins you don't get too far," and I just realized how little sense that makes.
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