Monday, July 31, 2006

I get cranky when it's hot

Sometimes, it makes me write grumpy e-mails. I got into an argument with a Toronto radio host last summer. I'll call him "Expressway Eddie."

Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005
From: madamerouge
Subj: "normal?"
To: radio station comments
CC: Expressway Eddie

It is 4:35 p.m. on Monday July 25th. The current on-air personality is demonstrating an exceptional amount of insensitivity regarding the heat. He just referred to a caller as "normal" because she enjoys the heat. So people who suffer from extreme heat are abnormal?

Let's see how he feels if one of his grandparents dies in an oven-like apartment, or a loved one suffers an acute asthma attack due to air pollution. Let's also see if he changes his tune if he loses his indoor air-conditioned job for an outdoor job like roofing or road construction. This weather is no laughing matter--it kills! Would he belittle those who discuss extreme cold when it takes the lives of homeless people?

I would expect this kind of garbage from Fox radio
but not a Canadian broadcaster.



Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005
From: Expressway Eddie
Subj: "normal?"
To: madamerouge

Hi missed the earlier break when I said, there are exceptions! I'm not that insensitive.

Appreciate you listening.


Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2005
From: madamerouge
Subj: "normal?"
To: Expressway Eddie

I heard the entire schpiel. However, your little caveat at the beginning was quickly obliterated when you later described the one female caller (the one who was rejoicing in this 96F heat) as "normal." Using such a loaded term can only leave some people feeling excluded. To me, this is the equivalent of calling a recent immigrant to Toronto (say, from a hot country in Asia or Africa) "abnormal" for having trouble coping with sub-zero temperatures in January. Editorialize all you want about how we shouldn't complain about the weather. I agree with you. Just be ready to be questioned when you use a term like "normal."

A few decades ago, it was considered "normal" for the infirm to be sterilized, Aboriginal people to be put in Christian schools against their will, and for homosexuality to be in the criminal code.

Personally, I think Margaret Atwood had it right when she wrote The Edible Woman. The novel is set in a Canadian city that is all but named as Toronto, and she wrote that it was "too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter." Amen.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

I am afraid of Demi M00re's b00bs

-but only in the trailer for the movie Striptease. As "La Grange" by ZZ Top spools up, and Demi tears off her white shirt (violently freeing her breasts), I get startled.

Jooles works with Mitzee and Jason. Sometimes we e-mail each other during the day about a song we've heard on the radio. I first discussed this notion of Moore's flailing cans with Jooles about a year ago. Every time I hear "La Grange" on the radio, I get a mental picture of the hostile h00ters in that movie trailer.

I really don't like that.

And lastnight, Striptease aired on one of the cable channels. Great. Now I'm associating "Cold" and "Money Can't Buy It" (by my beloved Annie Lennox) with titties, instead of every gay dinner party I attended from 1993-1994.

It has all gone to hell in my brain.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Dijon dream

I stopped off at the city's worst Dominion store (at College Park) last night after work. Dijon mustard is on my list, but they don't stock my favourite brand, Maille. I refuse to pay full price for French's, so I skip it.

What did I dream about lastnight? Row upon row of Maille Dijon mustard, on sale.

This is obviously my stressed-out brain processing stuff. I'm extra-busy at work right now. Basically, I'm Mitzzee.

Not helping matters is the lack of (good) sex. Also, I haven't worked out since June 13th. I need a goddamned break.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

turn me on/loose/whatever

Earlier this week, Butchie over at My Blog Rules Your Ass! posted some great cover images of trashy/pulp/lesbiaxploitation fiction. Titillating, for sure. It reminded me of my first clandestine read:

It was the winter of 1981, and I was 11 years old. Loverboy's "Turn Me Loose" was on constant rotation on the Winnipeg AM radio station I could barely pick up, CKY AM 580. Turn Me On! by Jack W. Thomas (Bantam, ISBN 0553144103, if you're interested) was a novel I found at our cabin. It was just smutty enough for my emerging curiosity toward sex. Even today, when I hear Mike Reno's vocals (And I was here to please / I'm even on my knees / Makin' love to whoever I please), I remember "the sensational novel of a teen-age reign of terror."


Tuesday, July 18, 2006

a good day to be art

On Sunday, I went to the Royal Ontario Museum with a friend who was visiting Toronto. I try to be a tourist in my own city once in a while... I find it makes me stop taking my surroundings for granted.

It had been years since I had been to the ROM. There are extensive exhibits of art and artifacts from China, Japan, and Korea. They made me want to live more simply and drink green tea.

In the Déco Lalique exhibition, this piece caught my eye:

It's the "Martigues" charger with a beautiful fish design... its peacefulness seemed right at home, upstairs from the Buddha statues and Japanese tea sets.

artist: René Lalique

It was brutally hot on Sunday, so I welcomed the chance to be in a cool, dry place. It occurred to me that art gets to be in better air than a lot of people get to breathe.

And for a different take on things with Korean heritage, I finished off the night by re-watching Notorious C.H.O. featuring my hero, Margaret Cho.

Friday, July 14, 2006

battle of the sexes: summer business attire

To the woman who got on the 6 Bay bus (nearly empty) yesterday, sat in the back (where I was the only passenger), and opened the window (when the driver was considerate enough to have the air conditioning turned on, given the fact that it was hot and muggy outside):

  1. you could have sat somewhere else
  2. you're the type of woman that has a space heater under her office desk and uses it in July (when the power grid is groaning under threat of imminent collapse), aren't you?
  3. it could not have been less than 74°F inside that bus. Seriously... get your fucking glands checked or something.
  4. yes, bitch, after you get up to leave, I will close the window with an amount of force that will make you turn back around and look at me while you're exiting from the front fucking door and not the rear door like you're supposed to. That's exactly the kind of passive/agressive way I roll.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

au revoir les chevaux!

I can't stop laughing at the first 23 seconds of this trailer:

Monday, July 10, 2006

wildflowers picked yesterday

This is how I spent my Sunday afternoon in the country. (A "thank-you" goes to my sister-in-law for the use of her digital camera.)

Friday, July 07, 2006

We're WASPs. There's no talking.

I forgot to mention: at the wedding I attended, I did my usual trick of disappearing during the garter toss. (I fucking hate the garter toss.)

I have been at three weddings in under a year where my parents were also guests. Apparently, my vanishing act hasn't gone unnoticed.

Kill me. Kill me, now.

(No, I unfortunately haven't made any headway in the topic area mentioned at the end of this post several months ago.)

My friend "Greg" usually gets a voice message from me during the garter toss. Sorry, Greg. I couldn't find a phone this time.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

she wears Prada, and...

...has devious twin daughters. They get Anne Hathaway's character into a heap of trouble. The twins are redheads.

My people are so misunderstood and maligned...

Meryl is undescribably good as Miranda Priestly. Walking back from The Devil Wears Prada yesterday, my friend Peter said, "if someone told me that Meryl Streep could fly through the air like Superman, I'd believe it. I mean, she's Meryl Streep!"

Hate your boss? Go here and make a caricature of them. Try not to get fired (unless that's what you're after).