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A study at Boston University found that women left college with less confidence than when they went in, whereas, men left with more confidence.

In college, I was complaining about being unable to find a writing internship when a classmate told me I should be a waitress. He said I was pretty enough to be one.

It didn't occur to me to be insulted. Instead, I listened to him.
Feminism is about transitioning from child to adult, without developing an idea that you are less capable. It's about keeping the childhood ambition to be anything you want to be, long after you've grown breasts.

Boston University, I'm very disappointed with your findings, but i'm not surprised.






What it's really like to have a pot-bellied pig as a pet.

It's summer in Ramsay and I'm on the front porch reading when a little girl and her dad walk by. They get a few steps past the house when I hear “A pig lives in that house”. “Is that right?” her sceptical dad responds. “Yep”.

That is right.
A pig does live in this house.
My house.
Like a dog?
Yes, sort of like a dog but different.
Why did you get one?

I wish I could answer that. It might be because I saw one on a leash as kid, or because I love their cute little faces, or maybe just because I wanted to be different.

It all started at the wise old age of 24 when I googled "How to keep a pot-bellied pig as a pet". The articles were very helpful, and painted an easy life with a smart, obedient and charming pet. Filled with confidence in my pet-parent ability, I did what anyone would do; I drove to an exotic animal auction in Olds, Alberta with Georgia and bid on a baby pig while my boyfriend waited in the car. The baby pot-bellied pigs were grunting, groaning, and screaming. I …

Alberta Love

Canmore, Calgary, High River and everywhere in between was flooded out on June 20-21st by the Elbow and Bow rivers. 
Thursday 9:00 AM – The city goes to work, happy it’s almost the weekend. It’s raining.
Thursday 11:00 AM – The rain is heavy and the city declares a state of emergency.
Thursday 11:30AM – Calgarians are skeptical. 
Thursday 3:00PM –The neighbourhood of Deer Run is being told to evacuate. How strange. 
Thursday 5:00PM – We all go home and turn on the news and realize just how much the rivers may flood from the rain. Many more neighbourhoods are being told to evacuate. Evacuate to where?
Offers on facebook begin, and it sounds like a good time.





Thursday 7:00PM – “Maybe we won’t have to go to work tomorrow.”  The selfish hope of many who don’t realize the extent of the situation (including me).



Thursday 9:00PM - Will we have to evacuate? What about Mickey? I guess all we can do is go to bed, wait and see. If we get woken up by a policeman at our door, then we'll have to go.
Bet…

September, 2006, Calgary

It was my idea to park the van beside A Bar Named Sue while Georgia slept after narrowly escaping the Nigerian Landlords I met in the Laundromat who wanted to be our boyfriends. The idea was to go into a bar, have a drink and find a place to sleep. A Bar Named Sue seemed like the right place. Georgia's mom warned us about doing that, but A Bar Named Sue is cute and we found Soren who likes the Gilmore Girls enough to have the whole first season on DVD. So there.

Now we live at Soren's (he's the best), I'm a Brewster's employee, and a birthday party host for Annabelle's Attic. The events leading up to that job were another story. (What brought you to Calgary)

I hopped in the van the morning after A Bar Named Sue, with only 30 minutes to get to the job interview that was taking place at a Pizza Hut buffet in the North East. 


The job was hosting children's birthday parties for a company called Anabelle's Attic (not for Pizza Hut, which I had to explain to Geo…

Audacity

The first time I heard the word, it was being used to describe me. It was a woman next to me on a Greyhound, as I showed her our Peterborough Newsletter 'Crab Basket'. I thought it was a compliment. I hoped it was a compliment. I learned its meaning.

Oh shit, I thought.
I have a lot of that.


After Bar Party

Ryan took the globe off it’s stand and it rolled around the house like a giant ball of yarn. The cats and the wanna-be rockers joined in on the game. Sweet Child O Mine came on and the house was transformed for a few minutes, the globe being thrown around the room while everyone screamed ‘Where is the globe now.’
No one rolled up in the carpet or went under the table, but Curtis had to climb through the bedroom window, smashing it in the process.
We declared Sunday White Trash day and ate nothing but hot dogs, olives, and swiss cheese directly from the brick.

Ramsay Newsletter

In 2005 Ryan Fox and I lived happily in Bridgeland, next to a nice Italian family. One day, out of the blue, our landlords informed us that our beautiful green bungalow was being torn down to make way for two large grey houses. Our house was almost 100 years old and had a laundry chute from the bedroom closet to the top of the washing machine, so, pretty handy.
*(I made a short film in that house, that turned into a shorter film, and then not really a film at all. You can watch it here if you wish: Super 8 Film.)
In any case, it was a travesty for us, but an opportunity for them. Rental houses can be difficult to find in Calgary and moving in the winter sucks, so we were a little worried.
A few weeks later I came across a nice top floor in Ramsay for rent. "Where's Ramsay?" I asked Ryan. “Ooh, let’s move there, I love Ramsay!” That weekend we set out on a big old walk across the river to take a look.

Across the Langevin bridge, through East Village, and past Fort Calgary w…