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More Fake News

I've mentioned that, around the time I was in Italy, the subscriber numbers for this blog started unexpectedly to grow. I wondered who these people could be - even polled them as you may recall. I marvelled at the idea that, after five years of flawless obscurity, my blog had actually found a growing global audience.

Really?

Not really.

My search for answers took me to parts of the Blogger tool kit I did not know about. For example, I'd long thought I could not see who my subscribers were. 

In fact I can. 

All thirty of you. 

The rest, all those hundreds of "subscribers" - more than 800 by the time I discovered the lie - were fake outlook email addresses making it past the Blogger bot filter. 

No, You Shut Up

Readers may be aware of the story of the Wilfrid Laurier University student who had the temerity to bring a legitimate topic of debate to an appropriate academic forum, for which seditious behaviour she was cornered and bullied by three university officials, all men, one of whom came very close to accusing her of having committed a hate crime.

Good heavens. 

This all started with a tenured kook at the University of Toronto, who made himself famous by refusing to use gender neutral pronouns. He gave his profile a further boost by proposing to start a website calling out as corrupt and illegitimate any profs on the U of T faculty whose opinions and biases he believed to be on the wrong side of history. Several meetings with the Dean and others later, the tenured kook decided against putting up his website.

Meanwhile, back at WLU, the student played a portion of a TVO interview with the tenured kook talking about his aversion to using gender neutral pronouns. This was part of a class discussion of how the dominant discourse can marginalize, alienate and even do harm to those who don't fit within it. The tenured kook's interview was to show one perspective on the issue.

Shortly after this session, an anonymous complaint initiated the meeting where the student was cornered by the three men - further proof if you need it that the impulse to pick on women is still strong. 

The young woman had the presence of mind to record her meeting with the officials, and the strength of character to share the recording with the media, where the issue still echoes.

I get it. Anyone struggling to find identity and purpose in a world where even the plainest words - such as third person pronouns - exclude them could understandably want the dominant discourse to open just a crack and let them in. 

I also get that that a person might rankle at the idea, through their use of the plainest words - such as third person pronouns - that they are wilfully oppressing a vulnerable minority.

Where it all gets real human is where, either through an insane idea for a web page, or an over-the-top reaction to the exploration of an issue, one side becomes determined to shut the other down.

Then the sides are the same.

Thanks for reading!

Karen

    

Hangover

How Not to be Seen: Little Abbie blending in.

I feel a bit crummy. Dehydrated. Poisoned. Like I need to cut myself open and give my insides a rinse.

We had dinner out last night with a long-time friend. We first met him in 1986. He's the son of the man who was Bruce's boss at the time. 

The danger of having friends for so long is you want to always do what you have always done with them. Such as drink copiously while enjoying the conversation. So I had three pints of beer over the course of the meal. And a glass of whiskey after. And it was almost midnight before I went to bed.

Thirty years ago, this was business as usual. 

These days it's practically suicide.

I Read the News Today, Oh Boy

Readers in the Toronto area may have caught the blaring headlines in the Toronto Star about the discovery of a report on mercury contamination on the site of the pulp mill in Dryden, Ontario. 

The Star strays from objective reporting in its assertions that the report was "secret" and "withheld" from First Nations communities. However, the story was very effective in distracting attention from the larger story that legislation has just been introduced to fund the clean up of the river.

Fun With Food

My sister was in town on Saturday. We went shopping to lay in provisions for clothing and skin care. For lunch, we went to Richmond Station, where they are now serving snowmen for dessert.

Two scoops of cardamon ice cream on a blob of honey mousse, decorated with intensely-flavoured coulis and chocolate sticks, dressed up with meringue snow balls and little men made out of soft ginger bread. Almost, but not quite, too cute to eat.

Thanks for reading!

Karen

Urban Etiquette

Toronto is in a construction boom. Downtown, especially, has become a labyrinth of closed and narrowed streets to accommodate the staging required for 50, 60, 70 and 90-storey buildings under construction (about 130 in 2014).

Along with encroached street space are the pedestrian gangways. Just a bit more than two people wide most of the time, two-way foot traffic through these passages presents urbanites with new challenges for considerate behaviour.

For example, on rainy days it is considered polite to close your umbrella in the sheltered walkways. Also, unless you are on a fairway, it is always rude to use a golf umbrella.

More Signs of Progress

While still on the campaign trail, the current leader of the free world felt he needed to close the country's borders in response to the senseless gun deaths and injury of more than 30 people in San Bernadino in December 2015. He needed to find out, he said, what the hell is going on.  Fast forward to last week and the senseless slaughter of 26 people in Texas, and the now-president has it all figured out.

Finally...

The phrase has currency elsewhere, but I never heard "boil the ocean" before I joined the public service. A Google search shows it is most often used to suggest that the person saying it thinks the person hearing it has come up with an unrealistically ambitious approach to a project.

That's how we do things where I work.

Thanks for reading!

Karen



   

Bits and Pieces

Yes, the correct spelling is "shiny object"

It's been a miscellaneous kind of week. 

Margaret Wente is Broken

First thing that caught my eye was a CBC story about the many allegations of sexual harassment and assault by powerful men against vulnerable women in the entertainment industry.  Margaret Wente, the Globe and Mail's token libertarian/authoritarian idiot, provided her opinions on what behaviours women should reasonably tolerate from men. 

Long and short, unless the act truly is rape (and I'm sure she would weigh in on that given the opportunity), women should just wordlessly put up with being groped, stalked and harassed. She has her whole life, says Wente, and she's just fine. Absolutely she is.

How Climate Change Ruined Christmas

I was in HomeSense on Yonge Street looking for some mirrors that we've needed since we renovated our bedroom a year ago. The place was already all decked out for Christmas. I recalled how, in my early days as an adult, I would walk into a store like that and see it as a kind of treasure trove, full of wonder and potential. Now, I see a pile of crap no one needs destined for landfill, with unseen carbon footprints that will destroy us all.

DeCaffeinated

Through careful experimentation I can now confirm that my body has become 100% caffeine intolerant. For example, if I eat a small piece of dark chocolate at 1:00 p.m., my eyes will fly open at 1:00 a.m. and I will not be able to get back to sleep. 

Moreover, I gave up nicotine long ago.

So I go through my day unassisted by stimulants surrounded by colleagues jacked up on coffee and cigarettes.

Things Bureaucrats Say

The list in the two photos above (which has grown since these photos were taken) sets out words overheard every day in the halls of the bureaucracy. Some are heard in other office environments - wheelhouse, stick handle, dog and pony show - but "TAA" is one that, I'm willing to bet, is unique to the public service. 

This acronym stands for "take appropriate action." It means "I have no idea what to do with this. Please figure it out and make it go away."

Best Laugh of the Week

At two p.m. on Friday afternoon I was on a call with some provincial staff in British Columbia. One of the people in BC made the time-zone-difference-based observation that those of us in Ontario were closer to the weekend than they were in BC. 

I said, "yes, but we're also older."

Thanks for reading!

Karen