One day long ago I scrawled “Belsen Was a Gas” on a t-shirt and wore it to school. My social studies teacher flipped right the fuck out. “Why are you celebrating the murder of six million Jews?” He demanded. “I’m not celebrating it,” I stammered. “I…I…I’m protesting it!” Even I knew this was weak. I wasn’t really protesting it. What would that even mean? But I certainly … [Read more...]
The Time I Didn’t Punch Jian Ghomeshi in the Face
I almost punched Jian Ghomeshi in the face once, but not for any noble reason. No, I almost punched him in the face because of his taste in hand towels. It was in a Halifax bar some time whenever the fuck ago. A pretty long time. Before he was on TV, I think, or had his radio show. His only real credit then was as a member of Moxy Fruvous, so he probably wasn’t able to lure … [Read more...]