It all started with a teen girl’s underwear. But it got ugly fast. Click here to read the rest.
The Ontario election seems to have turned into a supermarket tabloid. You know, those formulaic mass-produced glossies full of breathless pseudo-insider tales of “Brad” and “Jen” and “Kim," as though knowing celebrities’ first names somehow wafts you into their shallow lifestyle. Ugh. Click here to read the rest.
Apparently it’s not safe to send naked pictures of yourself to strangers even if you use the Snapchat feature that supposedly deletes them afterward. Who saw that coming? Or needed to? Click here to read the rest.
Heartbleed scares me. Internet weaknesses really are big news, unlike a lot of things that get headlines. So our reaction scares me even more. Click here to read the rest.
Dear Easter Bunny, How’s it going? All ready for that egg thing? Us too.
Thing is, though, it’s kind of cold here. Spring officially started Thursday but apparently it didn’t “take.” And while I realize you already have lots on your harebrain these days, you’re the main spring icon so I figured it was worth dropping you a line.
Remember when “kids on drugs” meant them smoking joints after school?Now it’s taking antidepressants during it. What have we done?
This just in: Canadians are disgusted with political parties. We think politicians don’t care what voters think. Click here to read the rest.
When I hear the constant fracas over energy policy in Canada, from pipelines to rising hydro bills to fracking to windmills, I want to nuke the whole discussion. No really. I want to settle it with nuclear power, the energy of the future in the past. Click here to read the rest.