Trolls are the bane of the virtual world, but also a marker of our 2.0 times. What does a troll want out of life? Where do trolls get their energy and political beliefs?
Filmmakers Lynne Fernie and Aerlyn Weissman discuss the re-release of their landmark 1992 documentary, Forbidden Love: The Unashamed Stories of Lesbian Lives.
“The father of new feminism,” the ringleader from Charlie’s Angels, a patriarch in the anti-patriarchy movement: who is Victor, Femen’s male collaborator portrayed in Ukraine is not a Brothel?
A Stephen Harper insider is hard-done by his own Conservative friends. Will he exact Frank Underwood-style revenge in a “tell-all” book?
Getting into the mood to vote Liberal doesn’t come naturally to me. It requires a rigorous programme of intellectual gymnastics. It’s not something I wake up and do willingly or naturally or with enthusiasm.
So I have this Muslim friend, and he’s rich like most Muslims are and, like all rich Muslims in Montreal, he’s a student at McGill. He hates swimming, never goes near a pool if he can help it. “It’s the Catholics,” he says, “they let their children pee in the pool!”
After a time, people stopped asking me the Toronto question. As I moved into my mid and late thirties, the question became, “What the hell are you still doing here?”
The PQ, like exhausted dancers at the end of a marathon, are ramping up the music and throwing in their final moves. The latest cha cha cha is Diane de Courcy’s promise to erase any and all sense of bilingualism in the province.
This won’t work without a confession: Growing up, I was proud to be Muslim for so many reasons. People seemed to be converting to Islam every day. The fact that most of the conversions took place in prison, and that Mike Tyson became Malik Tayson after biting another human’s ear off of his head, were just details. But boy, did I ever pray for Santa Clause to convert to Islam. I mean he already had the beard. Miracles do happen Inshallah.
Something’s in the air. A layer of invisible dust has settled throughout our institutions, cafes, even the buses and métro. And with falling temperatures, its toxicity has only risen.
POLITICS. In this mayoralty race urban agriculture has hardly been on the lips of the front-runners. When asked by a Radio Canada journalist if he composts, Denis Coderre quipped: “I eat my compost,” a one liner that surely sums up his party’s well thought out environmental program.
Reality is often different than perception. We all have preconceived ideas of just about everything. We’re influenced by our families, social circles, backgrounds and cultures. And then of course there’s the media. Sometimes it can be hard to track where our ideas come from.
Talking to people is my new full-time job. I love it. The interactions are always interesting, sometimes encouraging, often inspiring, even occasionally disheartening. No two conversations are alike.
I’m sure you’ve noticed that the Middle East has been imploding (and exploding) for a few years now. One day it’s Arab Spring and we’re all yay! But the next day it’s all civil war and coups and the high price of hummus.
When the Sureté du Québec police arrive, the men warn that if they disrespect their women, they will get involved. As the riot squad approaches, other community members watching from the sidelines clap and honk their horns in support.