I’m one of those people who can’t live without music and am always seeking new stuff to listen to. Thankfully, 2013 saw some really great albums released. Although not complete, these are my initial top picks and recommendations for albums to get into your collection….and your ears.
(Big thanks to Steve and Shannon for introducing me to a few of these albums. Also, if you have any recommendations, please include them in the comments below!)
#8. Daughter – If You Leave
News broke today of Rehtaeh Parson’s death; another teenage suicide in a long list of teenage suicides that continue to shock us all, but sadly never result in any change.
This time, a 17 year girl from Cole Harbour who was the victim of rape, and then subsequent bullying due to the unbelievably arrogant distribution of photos of the rape, saw suicide as the only way to silence the noise.
Two years ago, Rehtaeh – like most teenagers at some point in their lives – attended a party and drank too much. When she lost her cognition to the alcohol, the vultures moved in. Four boys her own age who, through a combination of misguided parenting and an inflated sense of ego, decided she was no longer entitled to her dignity. They raped her. And they photographed the rape. And then they distributed that photograph to a few, who then shared with the many.
Leslieville defeats 15 of the best neighbourhoods to come out as the top rated hood to live in the city.
That’s right. Leslieville came out on top, narrowly beating out Roncesvalles as the top neighbourhood in Toronto to live in and visit.
Retrace Leslieville’s steps to victory HERE and HERE.
So, as smart as I consider myself on a general basis, I did a really stupid thing 28 years ago – I started smoking. Yep, at the tender age of 13, I lit up my first cigarette in an attempt to look ‘cool’ in front of this guy that I really liked at the time. He was the typical ‘bad boy’ – leather jacket, drinker, smoker, bag of weed in his back pocket…..and me – the athletic geek who was captain of the school bus patrol team.
Then I did another stupid thing 16 years ago. I started smoking again after I had my daughter and finished breast-feeding her. I quit cold-turkey the day I found out I was pregnant and didn’t touch another cigarette until she was 2.
And then I did another stupid thing 5 years ago. I started smoking again after successfully quitting for 7 years.
This actually came through as a comment to a post I have on here, and I thought it was interesting enough to get it’s own space. For those of you who don’t know, ‘Dimitri the Lover’ is a scumbag out of Toronto Ontario who is infamously known for leaving a voicemail that could only be described as psychotic. The voicemail went completely viral online. It should be noted that Dimitri’s real name is James Sears, and he’s a convicted sexual predator who lost his medical license after being found guilty of sexually assaulting his female patients. A real charmer, if you ask me.
Without further adieu, here is the comment:
WARNING TO WOMEN ABOUT “SEDUCTION GURU”
He is a poacher..he took what was precious and left me for dead.
An open letter to “Justice” Robert Dewar;
I have a weakness for sharp-dressed men….especially those wearing well-tailored suits.
Given that I work in the financial core of Toronto, I see men in well-tailored suits five days a week. Sometimes they smile at me as we pass each other by. Sometimes they strike up a conversation with me in the elevator. Sometimes they even ask me for my telephone number or offer up their business card. But at no time during any of my daily dealings with these sharp-dressed men in well-tailored suits that I have a weakness for do I presume I have any right to sexually assault or rape them.
Earlier this evening, I attended the memorial service for a friend who, amidst the chaos that life can throw at you, decided that the easiest route out was to tie a rope around his neck and end it all.
Words cannot describe just how incredibly sad this entire situation is. It is a tragedy, heavily compounded by the fact that there are two beautiful babies involved here.
Considering the amount of people that were in attendance – each with their own memories – it’s hard to understand why he didn’t reach out for help when so much was available.