MIA one Sense of Humour
Lost, March 2014
Please notify if found. It is dearly missed.
MIA one Sense of Humour
Lost, March 2014
Please notify if found. It is dearly missed.
Dear Reader, I have nothing to say today. My mind is blank.
Instead I ask that you please enjoy these pictures I took during my weekend getaway to Tofino last week. It was a lovely weekend of delicious beer, interesting hikes, and breathtaking coastal views. I am as always in love with life on the West Coast.
Happy Friday, dear reader!
I don’t feel comfortable writing anything cheeky or funny today, so instead I will just share this picture I took on Canada Day.
Are you ready to finally sate your curiosity? (Curiosity which was undoubtedly brought to life back when you read my 100th Post where I talked about my Next Big Project. Because I know you remember that.)
Are you ready for the announcement? The big reveal?
Yup. In case it wasn’t enough for you to read my satirical and self-important ramblings here at triSARAHtops, now you can also read my satirical and self-important works of fiction at The (Western) Canadian. But don’t despair, dear reader! I plan to still post here in triSARAHtops and have even worked out a schedule (OCD FTW!) allowing me to still regale you with both personal stories of my everyday humiliations and childhood traumas. Just now you get to enjoy the added bonus of my fictional ramblings too.
Now, you already know the type of writing you can read here at triSARAHtops, but here are few things you can look forward to at The (Western) Canadian:
I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty excited about this new direction and I hope you are too. Please hop over and take a peak, aside from the introduction there is nothing posted yet, but I encourage you to subscribe and see what the future holds. New posts will be published on Monday’s and Thursday’s to compliment my current triSARAHtops schedule of Tuesday’s and Friday’s.
And, as always, thank you for reading.
PS. In case you didn’t click on the “I have a new blog” link, here is the link to The (Western) Candian, for your enjoyment and so it can be added to your internet favourites.
Each time I publish a post WordPress congratulates me on a job well done. In their stock congratulations message they have let me know how many posts I have successfully shared and over the last few weeks this has fed pretty strongly into my anxiety. I have watched the numbers go up: 89, 90, 91 and so on and so forth all the way up to my post last Friday, number 99.
The pressure was on.
(As an aside, I tried to do an “I’ve got 99 problems but a post ain’t one” joke here but it kept failing miserably … I suppose I should give up any future dreams of being a rapper.)
My OCD refuses to let me just put any old post up for the 100th and with that in mind I have spent the last few weeks planning something cool to mark the occasion. It’s mostly written (in my mind if not on paper) and includes a special surprise for my readers (Dad).
But then life happened and my plan has been unfortunately delayed for at least a few weeks.
Over the last month I have finally regained my writing momentum and though it is possible for me to wait until I can complete my Special 100th Surprise before posting my 100th post, I am terribly afraid of losing that momentum. I’ve got a good schedule going, and I don’t want to fall into another black hole of writers block.
So instead you get this: an excuse as to why my 100th is nothing particularly special (above) and a thank you (below).
Thank you, dear reader, for reading my blog. It is for you that I write (that’s a lie, I write for me, but saying I write for you just sounds so much nicer, don’tcha think?) and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate knowing that someone is actually enjoying my work (Or maybe not enjoying. For all I know you could be a masochist who just really likes bad puns, rants, and comma overuse. To each their own). Still, whatever the reason or however often you read my blog, Thank You.
I love writing this blog and hope to continue it for a long, long time.
PS. To make up for my lack of humour in this post I give to you, dear reader, a rare picture of a Yeti in captivity.
On Thu, Dec 1, 2011 at 9:25 PM, —————— wrote:
yor ass inement is 2 rite with in 2 daze a 500 wurd up hoomy SA on a serious black top pick of yur choys! and yur pair rants r not weerd…
Nearly three years ago I got the above email from my Dad. It was sent after we had a long discussion on the merits of “proper writing” and was meant to see if I could step up to the task and write something Serious (with a capital S). No satire (lower case s), no puns, no cat pictures. Just 500 words on a topic I feel strongly about.
Well, I obviously never did it.
The problem isn’t that I didn’t want to try my hand at something new. The problem was I just didn’t feel strongly enough about something to write seriously about it.
This weekend I tried desperately to explain to my sister what it means when someone calls you a Tumblr Feminist and why the term is derogatory. I never got my point across and she just laughed harder and harder at the image of feminists belonging to Cirque du Soleil, tumbling around without men (my sister is very unfamiliar with most forms of social media, doesn’t have a computer in her home, and has a phone old enough to be in a museum).
At the end of the discussion my sister said she understood what I was saying, but that she isn’t a feminist and doesn’t even really like feminists. She does however believe strongly in Gender Equality.
*Cue blood boiling*.
Feminism is about Gender Equality! That is the entire point. Regardless of whether you are a man or woman, if you believe in men and women being treated equally you are, by definition, a feminist.
It really is that simple.
The feminist agenda (I hate that word, it sounds like something from the Cold War) is not about hating men or believing women are superior. It is not about bashing or belittling. It is not about reversing roles and treating men poorly.
Feminism is not about hate at all.
It is about creating an environment where all people, regardless of gender, are treated equally and afforded equal opportunities.
It is about wanting to live in a world where you are safe from the violent and predatory behavior of people who think it is ok to use your body to sell things in the media, that it is ok to ask you what you were wearing or if you were a virgin, who believe it’s ok to hold you to impossible standards based entirely on sexiness and objectification (you’re a slut if you’re too pretty, you’re a prude if you’re not pretty enough).
I don’t blame my sister for not knowing this. It wasn’t long ago that I proudly declared myself anti-feminist and said how often I wished I had been born in a different era so I could embrace my Holly Housewife tendencies. But that was before I understood what the word truly meant.
It was before I understood that being a feminist didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy cooking and cleaning and hope to one day be a stay at home Mom. It was before I understood that wanting equal opportunities didn’t mean you had to strive to be more masculine or that you had to hate men. And it most definitely was before I had real world experience seeing firsthand how the gender gap affects wages, treatment of employees, and how rampant and dangerous sexism is.
Objectification and inequality are dangerous to everyone. They breed violence and, even worse, indifference to the violence. They bring about “rape culture”. They make it ok to excuse hate speech, accusing men and women of being “bitches” or “gay” because they didn’t laugh at your sexist joke. They are a serious issue in today’s world, and deserve serious consideration and thought as to how to change the attitudes they create.
Feminism is about changing the attitudes of the world for the better, for the safety and security of all.
“I hope that gender equality is something that happens in my lifetime.” If you agree with that statement then dear reader, you too are a feminist.
PS. Watch this.
To my Darling Parents on their Anniversary:
TV marriages have always annoyed me. They always consist of either the harping wife with the belaboured and put upon husband, or the couple is unrealistically quirky and annoying with their perky resilience and “love conquers all” attitudes. What bullshit.
It is for this reason that I have always looked to my parents for realistic views on life.
Life has not always been easy for them, and it has not always been perfect, but they have both always done their best to make life happy for their three kids. They have also always looked out for each other, truly being best friends.
It is a far finer example than the marriages on “Breaking Bad” and “Once Upon a Time”, though admittedly less likely to get ratings during prime time.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
38 years together is no easy feat, and is truly something to be proud of.