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 I am afraid of everything. But, I am not afraid to do anything. It’s funny, when Samba Days gave me the opportunity to select from its seemingly endless list of gift experiences, rather than choose from categories such as Wine, Gourmet, Getaway, Body and Soul, or Life and Culture, I found myself choosing from Explore and Adventure. Yes, I passed up the opportunity for delightful spa treatments and tasty pampering experiences to harness myself to a cable 35 feet above the hard, rocky ground, and wear (an impressively disinfected) helmet that may not have been conducive to maintaining my hairstyle, but was beneficial in making me feel like a stunt-double in a Michael Bay movie.
 Now, I have established a reputation as one who fights for her right not to vote, because regardless who wins most elections, I will be unhappy with the outcome. It’s like asking me if I want pork or chicken for supper. I am vegetarian. I choose neither. And with all the pigs and chickens on our election ballots, there is no point for me to vote. Quite frankly, though the mainstream parties in Canada run the left-centre-right gamut, they are each just slight variations of the other. The NDP is as left-wing as a chicken with one wing (a right one), the Conservatives are as right-wing as the Liberals when catering to the popular vote, while the Liberals are quite liberal with their ineptness.
 Teen pregnancy is apparently at an all-time low in the United States. Or, is it that teen abortion is at an all-time high? According to the Center for Disease Control, the pregnancy rate for the LOL-OMG Generation has hit its lowest since tracking began 70 years ago. But what does that really mean? It means that statistics tell as much of the story as a teenager after a night out with “friends.”
 Women. We are the worst. A British study finds that females over the age of 33 should dress like they are 66. Which is odd, because I thought 66 was the new 33. Yes, in this survey of 2,000 embreasted and embittered people, it has been concluded that miniskirts must be skirted after 35, at which point naval piercings are also nay, and ponytails must be curtailed after 51. Oh, and this is just the tip of the women-can-be-cold-as iceberg.
 In an effort to curb an obesity epidemic that’s eating the country, Canadian researchers suggest a tax be placed on all junk food. Dr. Mark Eisenberg is lead researcher in the junk study and says obesity related deaths and illnesses could be reduced if the government steps in. Chips, chocolate, cakes, cookies – they want them all taxed. But why stop there?
 In the light of the $78-million price tag attached to the royal wedding, mainly attributed to British taxpayers, and due to its potential cost of $47 billion to Britain’s economy, I must state the obvious: It’s entirely unfair that celebrities have to pay for their own weddings, and dare I say, their own homes too.
Now, before you get your knickers in a bunch, allow me to explain…
As with many markets around the world, the British have been subjects of an historically feeble economy. High unemployment, a weak consumer, and rising inflation, all crave one thing: a strong investment.
 What company can turn news of consumer price increases into constant nationwide news-mercials that leave anchors and viewers yearning for a donut and a double double?
Hint: Its business name is missing an apostrophe (and some would argue a dollar sign too).
Yes. Tim Hortons. Or perhaps, more grammatically - and realistically - appropriate: Tim Horton’$.
For the past couple weeks Canada’s coffee shop has warned (or brilliantly advertised) of its four per cent price increase effective April 11, 2011.
 Election time is upon us, and I’m actually looking forward to another federal vote. It'll be cool to see the biggest garbage in the world, when we dump $300 million into it.
In honour of the big event, I’ve decided to set aside my pinko lefty ways (Don Cherry’s and Archie Bunker’s words – not mine), and promise to vote for ANY party that follows my simple guidelines. More on that in a bit...
Quite frankly, though the mainstream parties in Canada run the left-centre-right gamut, they are each just slight variations of the other.
 Happy birthday to me! Today, I finally turn one. Well, my dot com alter ego that is. And, in honour of this milestone (or kilometrestone to my fellow Canadians), I would like to give a special gift - which may involve you. But, before I get to that... One year ago, after some serious inspiration from the late Matt Cook, and after a serious car accident, in which I flirted with my expiration date, I accidentally started this Web site ( which you can read about in my first post) and re-started my writing career. As modest a goal as it may sound, I want to change the world. So, rather than compete in a beauty pageant, I write. (That, and when it comes to the swimsuit portion, my articles look great in bikinis.)
 You want to know what happens when schools, parents, and communities don’t do anything about bullying? One of three things:
1. The victim to the bullying endures horrible physical, emotional, and/or mental suffering;
2. The victim to the bullying either goes on shooting rampages or commits suicide, as we’ve sadly learned, or rather, finally acknowledged this year; and,
3. The victim to the bullying fights back, because no one else protects him, only to face punishment.
Which brings me to the story of a 16-year-old Australian boy who rightly deserves to trump Justin Bieber as the new teen dream.
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