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[Trigger warning: sexual violence, misogyny] Men, we really are a miserable lot, aren’t we? Stubborn. Defensive. Unapologetic. Entitled to and possessive of all spaces, places and feelings. Overcome by an incessant need to stick our noses into all conversations to … Continue reading
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I’m writing these thoughts while sandwhiched between sullen passengers on a 13-hour flight over the dark, icy waters of the northern Pacific Ocean. These goliath trips zipping through the sky in metallic cylinders are rarely conducive to sleep, and so … Continue reading
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When I think about it, I was introduced to politics via the 1995 Québec referendum. I was a sniffly, hypersensitive bilingual fifth-grader attending a snooty multi-cultural private French grade school. From what I could tell, most of us 10-year-olds didn’t … Continue reading
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Today is May Day. International Worker’s Day. Today, I got fired. I got fired less than a month after organising a successful Union drive at my workplace. I got fired with no notice, no cause, and no mercy. This is … Continue reading
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There are two ideas that pop up every so often within my networks that make me cringe with despair. They are tired thoughts, trumpeted by otherwise sensible individuals who happen to think they have stumbled upon some revolutionary concept that … Continue reading
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It’s a particular bleak morning today. The sky above Montréal is ominously grey and the only light entering my apartment is that glistening off the torrential downpour that rained in the Québec election results. Even my cats — typically colossal … Continue reading
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trait d’union nm ce qui sert de lien Les traits d’union are less the rage in Québec than they once were. But there was a time, somewhere between 1981 and 1994, where more than one in every five children born … Continue reading
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[Trigger Warning: Talk of rape culture, violence, adolescent stupor] I’m a sensitive guy. In grade school, I was known to turn on the waterworks quite easily. I always sided with my cousins Caroline and Rachel over the boys when spats … Continue reading
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2013 was, by all accounts, a trying year. A year filled with uncertainty, betrayal and cruelty. A year that pushed me to dance with depression. A year without words. I stopped reading. Lost artistic and professional motivation. Questioned how I’ve … Continue reading