People that Bother Me

1. Adult celebrities that pander to young people. Hey, Gwen Stefani, you’re 40. You’re a mother!! Quit trying to make me believe that you still go clubbing and suffer from teenage melancholy. Any teens reading this, heed my warning: stars like her and Jim Carey host your award shows and dress up like cougars not because they identify with the characters on Twilight, but because they want your parents’ credit numbers. And by the way, what exactly is Gwen selling here?

2. Young people. Of late, I have spent numerous hours at a Starbucks in Scarborough, where teens and young adults tend to congregate, and having been forced to overhear various conversations of these young people, I have come to two conclusions. First, I am an old curmudgeon. Second, that David Bowie is wrong, ‘the children that we spit on’ actually haven’t any idea as to what they’re going through, and are quite clueless in general. Let me put it to you like this, kiddos: if you think you know everything, then you really know nothing at all. And pull your pants up.

3. Single People. When I first saw that Sex and the City episode about the war between couples and singles, though I was in a relationship at the time, I actually sided with Carrie and her crew against those patronizing attached people. Years later, however, I am beginning to understand why all the smugness. Really, who cares if she has muffin-top, or if he picks his nose now and then, quit being picky and just get married already! I’m being harsh, I’m sorry. Now you know why I am grateful to have found someone who can tolerate my cantankerousness. My advice to you is to get an online membership with Lava Life. Yes, yes, I know, David Brent from The Office did it, but really the stigma that accompanied dating services vanished in the 90’s, and look who Brent ended up with (someone very nice and very cute, if you haven’t seen the series). These days, everybody is doing it. And why not? It does all the filtering for you, so you don’t have to waste your time and money waiting until the third date to find out that he has a furry fetish, or that she is a member of the Heritage Front.

4. Young Married People. You, with your nice garden’s and Volvo station wagons and car-sized baby carriages (which are really just big handbags). You’re so healthy and fertile-looking when you jog together. You ooze self-worth. I wanna key your car.

5. Infants. It’s not that I don’t like them or they don’t like me, it’s just that we have nothing to say to one another. When someone puts a newborn in my arms, after about a minute the baby and I exchange looks like, er, are we done now?

June’s Image Gallery

I Was Beautiful Once, Like You

My Favourite Ride

Paradise Is Way Too Sunny

 

 

 

 

 

The Hardest Working Man In Toronto

The Recession is Hitting Us Harder Than We Thought

The Outer Wall Has Been Breached

 

 

 

 



 

 

Other People’s Poetry

Sonnet 11

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

 

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