The He(art) of Non-Attachment

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about attachment and desire, so it seems fitting to me that I would find this specific video at this specific time in my life. I love Michael Stone’s pragmatism and honesty, which is reflected in the video’s clean-cut and sincere editing. Really well done. I think it’s time to start yoga again.



It Hurts to Become

Let me be something every minute of every hour. Let me be happy; let me be sad; let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry … have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere—be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that no one little piece of living is ever lost.

Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn 

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She was not free any longer. Each step through the streets hurt her now. She was tied to him—and he was tied to every part of the city. He was a nameless worker doing some nameless job, lost in these crowds, dependant on them, to be hurt by any one of them, to be shared by her with the whole city. She hated the thought of him on the sidewalks people had used. She hated the thought of a clerk handing him a pack of cigarettes across the counter. She hated the elbows touching his elbows on a subway train.

– From Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead. 

2011 in review

I love WordPress. A pretty much FREE service AND they do my annual report for me. What more could a girl blogger ask for? Here’s my report card, everyone! And for those of you who don’t already know, I’ve launched That’s What She Said, my professional blog which showcases my freelance work and markets my professional writing and social media services. Namaste, everyone, and happy 2012!

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,500 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 42 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

At the Root of Me

We Are All Bones

What if I Don’t Want to be a Whore? Female Stereotypes & the Hyper-Sexualization of Halloween

For the first time in my twenty-four years of existence, I didn’t go out for Halloween. A part of me thinks I’m just too damned exhausted; another part of me thinks what I’m really tired of is the costumes. What if I don’t want to be a whore?

Last year for Halloween, I dressed as the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland and my room mate dressed as Alex from A Clockwork Orange. We went bar-hopping along Queen Street West in Toronto, and we were shocked at the amount of female flesh we saw laid bare for a chilly night in late October. Next year, we joked, we’d just go as whores—why bother dressing it up with cat ears or a bunny tail?

I’m not the first person to point out the lack of options for women on Halloween: remember this scene from the Sex and the City movie:

Miranda and Carrie are shopping for Halloween costumes. Frustrated, Miranda turns to Carrie, exclaiming: “Witch and sexy kitten. That’s it. The only two choices for women, with and sexy kitten?”

Mean Girls, written by Tina Fey, also pinpoints this sentiment:

“In the regular world, Halloween is when children dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In girl world, Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. The hardcore girls just wear lingerie and some form of animal ears”

One look through the women’s section of the Party Packagers costume catalogue and you’ll get what I mean:

Why does every picture in this catalogue resemble the last five pages of NOW Magazine? For as little as $39.99 you, too, can participate in the hyper-sexualization of Halloween.

The truth is, I’m not really angry about the costumes. What I’m really angry about  is the cultural truth they reinforce: the costumes remind us that these days, after feminism, after Hillary Clinton, and even after Tina Fey, a woman can be anything she wants to be—a nurse, fire fighter, a police officer—but she will always first and foremost be a sex object.



Digital and new media are changing the landscape of communications. Alone, I do not know how we can change the world, but I’m confident that together we can use social media as a tool for fostering a revolution.

The protestors currently occupying Wall Street and other parts of the world seem radical because they’re not protesting one specific issue or picketing one specific law; instead, they’re calling for a dramatic revaluation of the way we organize ourselves as a society.

We now have the tools to coordinate and communicate with one another more effectively. Social networks like Twitter, Facebook and YouTube have played an instrumental role in the political uprisings across the world. Let’s use the hashtag #SocialMedia4SocialChange to get the conversation started.


I Inherit Nothing

“But you see,” said Roark quietly, “I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.”

-Howard Rorak to the Dean, from Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead

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