In Toronto, there are three major players on the post-secondary scene (apart from vocational colleges): University of Toronto, York University, and Ryerson University. Of these, U of T is the largest, the wealthiest, and the most prestigious, enjoying a substantial international reputati . . . (More)

Dear classmates,The 2007/2008 academic year is my fifth and last year at university. Having spent a half decade dreading the dire job prospects that await my measly BA and me, I'm crotchety, cranky, and deeply ill-tempered. Listening to your second-year bitching cuts to the heart. . . . (More)

If you are a tiny, five foot nothing Asian girl with lifts, you are, by natural law, in no position to derisively brand my 5'8" 5'10" 5'8" boyfriend as short. You are, however, in a position to shut the fuck up.  . . . (More)

GODDAMNIT.STOP IT WITH THE LABELS SEX GENDER RACE COLOUR THEY DON'T EXIST THEY'RE NOT REAL ALL IN YOUR HEAD STOP STOP STOP IT AGH AGH I HATE IT ALLLLLLLLLLLSpeak of cultural, environmental, and socio-economic factors and I will listen to you with a kind and open ear. Be an utter simpleton an . . . (More)

Dude, if it rained that very morning, and the cement is still showing fucking wet patches, you do not sluice down your sidewalk with the fucking garden hose.I am no David Suzuki (rock on, you Japanese hippie!), but this kind of blatant disregard for the laws of sensibility gives me mind tumours. . . . (More)

Few bargains are truly such, I find. The label is only applies in a situation when you are actively seeking the product or service in question, when you need it, and when the original price was determined by cost of production and rarity of materials, and not inflated by artificially created dema . . . (More)

I love fairy tales. I love the Twelve Dancing Princesses, Baba Yaga and Vasilisa the Brave, the Firebird, Boots and the Glass Mountain, Tatterhood -- but I loathe The Frog Prince.   (Spoilers follow, for the chronically illiterate amongst you!) When a princess loses her golden b . . . (More)

If one is speaking with friends at 1 AM, Wednesday -- much more accurately, then, Thursday, as even explicitly stated in the conversation  -- and the suggestion is for the outing to take place "tomorrow", then logically is not the outing to occur on Friday?    People. &n . . . (More)

I was bringing my bicycle home after a tune-up and repairs. It's a Raleigh, from I'm guessing the 1950s, painted a deep scarlet red. Prompted by my mother, I took a short test spin down the street; having not been on a bike for over five years, the cool wind rushing past my face and through my ha . . . (More)

I dislike fast food, and moreover, fast food places that feign distinction, with completely straight faces. One of the strategies employed is by tugging at strings of health-conscious consumers. When McDonald's unveiled their "Healthier Choices" menu, I was torn between laughter and bovine-esqu . . . (More)