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29 April 2007

free rides and treasures

This weekend, all of the buses and metro were free in Montreal. We decided to take advantage of the free rides and explore the city.

Friday night it rained very hard, but the weather consequently created a dramatic atmosphere for the On Bodies (my friend Mark's band) show, and a birthday party in a cafe-bar that had a special guest dj.

Yesterday we made it up to Jean Talon market once again, and it was even more impressive now that spring has arrived. The bright colours, frenzied shoppers and copious amounts of delicious looking food are kind of overwhelming. There is too much to choose from in terms of snacks, and of healthy, wonderful stuff to take home for the week ahead. We got black olives stuffed with goat cheese, roma tomatoes and bartlett pears. We also had fresh calamari with tartar sauce, sausages with sauerkraut, and my favourite, a banana kabob covered in dark chocolate (from a fountain) for $1.

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And, in between the market and Montreal's largest Value Village, I found some really cool little treasures. The only thing we missed out on yesterday was an auction of items from a recently-renovating general store that hadn't been touched since the '50s. By the end of the weekend, I was too tired to make it up there, but some of the items were said to include toys, jewelery, old medicine in dusty glass bottles, and old posters and magazines. Damn, now I wish I'd gotten off my couch to go see all this stuff. Anyway, I may have found enough treasures for the weekend. I will just have to wait for garage sale season in farm country, when I'm home visiting my family.







Oh, and I forgot to mention that I am finished my first year of grad school!

25 April 2007

women: arm yourselves

I find it interesting that the rhetoric accompanying abstinence-only educational and cultural phenomena endlessly discusses the need to protect women, and places the onus on women to protect themselves, while very rarely discussing the responsibility of men to remain pure, or at least to be sexually responsible. Abstinence-only educational efforts are predominantly aimed towards white, female adolescents. In addition to the educational curricula aimed at these girls, various cultural and commercial ventures are emerging to shepherd these girls along the straight and narrow. Advocates for chastity, in efforts to make abstinence appealing, are now telling young girls they have the power to choose freedom: to be free to choose abstinence despite living in an increasingly sexual culture. As author and journalist Judith Levine has pointed out, by using a word so strongly valued in U.S. society, “the idea of freedom, soaring like an aria over the ostinato of sexual peril, was a stroke of marketing brilliance.”

While abstinence is presented as a choice, it is also institutionalized as growing numbers of young girls are invited to the most recent trend in conservative sexuality: the purity pledge. Events and organizations that have young girls pledging their purity—which aim to make abstinence cool by pushing “chastity chic”—are quickly becoming the Christian Right’s main complement to abstinence-only education . The first major organization to popularize an abstinence-only-before-marriage pledge was True Love Waits. Founded in 1993 in Nashville Tennessee by youth minister Richard Ross, True Love Waits encourages youth to take a vow of premarital abstinence that reads: “Believing that true love waits, I make a commitment to God, myself, my family, my friends, my future mate and my future children to be sexually abstinent from this day, until the day I enter a Biblical marriage relationship.”

Canadian writer and journalist Elizabeth Abbott notes the organization teaches that True Love is a God-given phenomenon that “attacks heterosexual couples,” and firmly asserts that “love intra-gender is neither true nor sacred.” It sanctions sex only after the couple has made its union permanent in a Biblically inspired ceremony. Although True Love waits is aimed at adolescents of both genders, all of the paraphernalia (such as dainty jewelry) is aimed towards young girls. Ladies, get yerselves some perty jewels to remind you to stay pure.

More explicitly designed to preserve the chastity of female adolescents are purity balls. Especially popular among evangelical Christians, purity balls also ask young girls to contractually pledge their purity until marriage. These balls, which are attended by daughters and their fathers, also incorporate fatherly protection into the vows. While the daughter lays a white rose in front of a cross, the father signs his own contract which says:

"I (daughter’s name)’s father, choose before God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of purity. I will be pure in my own life as a man, husband and father. I will be a man of integrity and accountability as I lead, guide, and pray over my daughter and my family as the high priest in my home. This covering will be used by God to influence generations to come”

The creator of contemporary purity balls, Randy Wilson, explains that he identified a dearth in U.S. culture of sites for father-daughter relationships to flourish, and that the purity vow relationship established by the ball’s ceremony “allows the daughter to become a stronger person in her culture as she is bombarded with all the sexual images that are out there” (as quoted in the AFP). With the slogan “Because we cherish our daughters as regal princesses,” these balls function as a father-daughter prom where, after the pledge is completed, dads and daughters dance the night away in tuxedos and gowns . An article in Glamour reports that Wilson began the night by asking fathers “Are you ready to war for your daughters’ purity?” By using the rhetoric of warfare, Wilson’s statement reveals the ideological intent of the ball. With over 1400 balls in 2006, and double that expected in 2007, purity balls are growing as a site where fathers join the war to preserve their daughters’ chastity, and socially conservative sexual ideology at large. Given that those who take pledges break them 88% of the time (according to a study by Columbia University), accurate information about contraception should still be taught. Remember girls, it's up to us to protect ourselves, lest we end up like this. I am by no means against the promotion of abstinence, but I believe it constitutes a denial of human rights to teach misinformation about sexual health.

You can view some sample abstinence-only t-shirts (and some joke ones) here.

My friend Jessica referred me to a link about anti-rape condoms. Critics have called this device, which protects women against rapists by sinking plastic teeth into the man's member, "medieval". In the frequently asked questions section of the product's website, the question "Why must the responsibility shift to the woman?" is answered with:"Simply because your body is sacred and it is your legal and moral right to be safe. Nobody can make you safe except you. You do not have to secure your home, equally you do not have to secure your body, however it is better if you do so!"

Why is there so much pressure put on women and girls to prevent rape and consensual sex, and almost no focus the promotion of male sexual responsibility? Does anyone else see a problem with this?

24 April 2007

8 days a week


The Montreal that I have come to know during these long winter months is virtually unrecognizable. As the temperature has risen, residents and tourists alike have inundated the streets, terraces, and open-air bars. Conversations are jubilant, and the drinks are flowing.

I have been avoiding my computer as much as possible, because I have come to hate it. It shuts down spontaneously at least 4 times a day, the internet connection is abysmal, dust is rattling in the fan, and it is processing everything painstakingly slowly. Looks like it needs to go it for a spring check-up. After all, how can I continue to whittle the hours away on other blogs, facebook and makeup sites if my computer itself is not up to snuff? This simply won't do!

During my computer strike, I have been taking advantage of the spring fever that has hit this city.


Thursday: Attending our year-end MA event at a microbrewery/pizza place, stopping for coffee and at the liquor store, before continuing the evening on Mark's balcony and then for dancing in the Village. Watched a terrible cover band (The Ramblers)that we decided had foregone their niche market of mid-life crisis dads to target a fan base of eagle shirt-wearing, aging lesbians.

Friday: Sushi at Takara and raspberry beer at Brutopia while meeting Jennie's new beau, Zach. We were then shown around the office of Zach's friend, who works for a Swedish company and has a hydraulic desk. This little peek made the world of cubicles seem quite attractive.

Saturday: Making a big breakfast for Jennie, Zach and Nyambura of crepes with strawberries and ricotta cheese, then watching a marathon of Pussycat Dolls: The Search for the Next Doll (shame, shame) all afternoon before visiting lots of patios (and drinking red and white sangria) with Jess' brother who was visiting from Winnepeg.


Sunday: Visited the Biodome to see all the cool animals and other exhibits. Checked out the cop film spoof: Hot Fuzz. Timothy Dalton has not aged, let me tell ya.

Yesterday: Woke up from a very vivid superhero dream, wherein I was on the cast of Lost, and kicking serious ass. Was angry all day after realizing it was only a dream. Went to the Cock and Bull to show Jess' brother the glory of arts and crafts night. Almost started a fight with whiteboy beatboxers who took over the stage, when I kept yelling "you're terrible!", Mark screamed "Madonna or nothing, bitches!" and Jess held up a sign that read, simply "You can't rap." Decided to call it a night when they began to group together and point at us.




My sex ed paper is done and submitted, and now, one more assignment until I am finished for the year.

15 April 2007

checks and balances

Welcome to springtime in Canada, folks, where the weather makes people act like fools. Earlier this week we had a blizzard, and last night was warm enough to wear a skirt.

Last night I took a break from my essay writing marathon to attend a Luau party. It was a much needed break. Everything was going well until a mix of lychee martinis and rum-marinated fruit made me really cocky about my gymnastic skills:


As you might be able to tell from the awkward facial expression, things did not end up as gracefully as I thought they would. In fact, I pulled my back out in the middle of a crowded room and had to do various yoga positions for 20 minutes in order to be able to stand up.

Am I an old lady, or has my sedentary lifestyle of typing on computers all day finally had an affect on my party skills? I should point out that this is not the first gymnastics/party related injury I've had. Last Christmas I did a high kick while wearing tights on a linoleum floor, and ended up with a bruised tailbone. In high school I did a one-arm cartwheel on asphalt and lost my balance while upside-down. You think a girl could take a hint, but I guess not.

Anyways, I feel like a dirtbag sitting here, eating chocolate in my pajamas at almost 3 in the afternoon when I have an essay to finish. I'll return when I'm finally finished.

11 April 2007

spring spring spring

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09 April 2007

easter weekend

Grandma: So, what’s your paper about?
Me: It’s about the Bush administration’s abstinence-only sex education policies.
Grandma: Oh that’s funny, I didn’t know he had a policy.
Me: Oh he certainly does. As a matter of fact--
Grandma: You know I don’t think he’s as stupid as some people think. I think he seems like a nice man.
Mom: You like Bush?
Grandma: Well, yes!
Mom: (laughing) You would, mom. Now that everyone hates him, you decide you like him. You never did before.
Grandma: Well he’s good-looking. Mind you I don’t like his family set-up. You never see pictures of him out and about with his kids.
Mom: Are you kidding me?
Grandma: He’s such a friendly fellow.
Mom: You’re funny mom. You just like being contrary to the majority.
Grandma: Well someone’s got to like him.
Mom: Why? You have to deserve to be liked.
Grandma: Well, you better not ask me what I think of our leader.

08 April 2007

news from the world of scientific wizardry

I want an invisibility cloak to escape from deadlines.

04 April 2007

wishing for wine in april

Today is my brother's birthday and he is 22. Happy Birthday! This means in a month or so, I will be getting on in years.

As you can tell, I am working hard on all my year-end assignments. Aren't you impressed? Here are some lovely things I have come across in my research (*cough* procrastination).

1) Staring at Twitter, a random yet strangely addictive site that lets you see what people across the world are doing every few seconds. I still don't know what the point is (besides gathering more procrastination ideas from a bunch of internet addicts), but I can't stop watching it.

2) Watching videos of Amy Winehouse--the incredible neo-motown singer/hard drinker--performing while under the influence.

3) Shaking my head in disbelief at purity ball paraphernalia. And on the subject of father-daughter purity balls, what I really want to know is where the mother-son purity balls are?

4) Thoroughly enjoying the bird and the bee's music. Especially the song "Fcking Boyfriend." They are opening for Lily Allen, so for those of you going to see her, enjoy!

Okay, back to work. See you when the rain subsides and more of my work is handed in.