Back in the Day: Power Rangers & Barbies

When I was a kid, most of my classmates were into Power Rangers. I, on the other hand, couldn't care less.  I didn't enjoy "playing" Power Rangers with my cousins (where each one of us would play a character and I kept asking them "Who am I supposed to be again?") but I found satisfaction in other kinds of activities. Writing? Reading books? Yes, of course, but something else too: daytime and primetime drama! 

Leaders, Goons & Marionettes

There are those who hate thinking for themselves, who hate making their own decisions and would rather have someone else make these decisions for them. They tend to believe whatever they’re told, are confident that a person in power has all the right answers, knows best and whose judgment conquers all, even when that judgment is highly questionable. Forming one’s own opinions and going against the status quo is a heavy task to undertake for these people. Conforming to the will of one who has enough will power to be in charge is comforting. Admiring, in others, the very qualities that one lacks can be inspiring; however, simply admiring someone based on their position of power can be tricky.

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Donna Karan New York

I've always wanted to go to Haiti. In December 2009, I was telling my mother about my wish to go there and visit my family, considering that I have so many aunts, uncles and cousins on both sides of my family that I've never had the chance to meet.

Men on a Mission

Recently, a friend of mine informed me that one of his friends saw my profile picture on Facebook, thought I was cute and wanted to send me a friend request. I politely declined by explaining that I'd had enough of strangers approaching me on FB to add me to their catalogue of chicks. Sure, it’s flattering that some men want to get to know me based on my appearance, but I’m no longer interested in letting technology, in any of its forms (social media networks or text messages) be the middleman when it comes to connecting with someone of the opposite sex, or anyone for that matter.

The Lula Mae Syndrome

This is for those of us who have seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s 3875 times, who grew up watching Dynasty and Beverly Hills 90210, are fixated on Gossip Girl, who know every line in Clueless and have no shame in watching every season (over and over again) of all things Kardashians. But there’s more to this list than what some may call vapid entertainment. Indeed, there is a passion for all things pretty and glamorous. Living vicariously through the lives of filthy rich people with a mean shoe game is a form of escape from the humdrum of everyday life. Of course, it is pure fiction; we know that. Right?

Harvest

As I witness the bright hues of red and yellow that garnish the trees and wince at the dreariness of October weather (and the impending doom of winter), my mind is stuck on memories of fall 2006. Why? I really can’t say; it just is. There’s something in the atmosphere that reels me back to that period.

Back in the Day...

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This ain't your mama's Batdance. 

Sixteen Again

Ah, to be 16 again! There isn't enough money in this world to persuade me to go back in time and relive it all. Don’t get me wrong, 16 was a fabulous age to be in 2001, well at least for me it was. My life was far from perfect, but I had the right amount of innocence for a girl that age. When my friends would come to me with their boy troubles, I would give them that ‘look’ that said it all: “Girl, whatchu comin’ to me for? I never had a boyfriend! How do you want me to figure out if he really likes you?!” I didn’t have a clue what it meant to be in a relationship or how to behave in one, meaning that the only set of rules I learned on the subject were taken from “Two Can Play That Game”. Although it was very entertaining, I doubt that movie helped me in any way to decipher the complexities of romance, or pseudo-romances for that matter.

Don’t Tolerate: Amputate!

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No, I won’t be discussing the ravages of gangrene on the human body, or complications due to diabetes. I’m talking about staying in a negative situation, whether at home, at work, in your circle of friends or in your love life, when you know darn well that this particular situation is driving you insane and killing you softly.

Socks & Skittles

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It would be an understatement to describe the past two months as “busy”. It’s been a whirlwind, for sure. On April 4^th, three days after my last day of class, my clothes were packed and I was ready to head home. I left my basement apartment in the wee hours of the morning, hopped in a cab towards Coach Terminal with my luggage, ready to take the 7:30am bus headed to Montreal.