Channeling Michele Obama

Anyone out there remember that absolutely heart-stopping speech Michele Obama gave at the Democratic National Convention the night Hilary Clinton accepted the nomination? It was memorable from beginning to end, but the line that I think has been tattooed on my brain is, “when they go low, we go high.”

I don’t know about you, but that is probably one of the hardest “rules” of a civil society for me to follow. Injustice really pisses me off. So does corruption. Lies and a lack of regard for others really push my buttons and there’s no need for me to go on adding to the list because I’m sure you get where I’m coming from and what I’m getting at.

In praise of older women (and men) …

I’ve got aging on my mind right now.

There’s a birthday in my not too distant future. And everywhere you turn somebody’s bringing it up (age, not my birthday.) The presidential race seems to have become about Marco Rubio being too young, Bernie Sanders being the oldest candidate ever and how, to all the experts’ surprise, Hillary Clinton’s not connecting with young women.

One of this year’s Screen Actors Guild Award nominees is nine years old. Had he also been nominated for an Oscar he

I’ve finally had enough …

I’m a political junkie.  As if you didn’t know.  I’ve ranted and raved and shared my views often enough here.

But both the constant Obama bashing and the presidential race are just getting way too ridiculous and I can’t handle it any more.  I’ve got to  walk away before I totally lose my mind.

So for the first time ever I didn’t watch the State of the Union address.  What’s the point?

Obama’s been pissing into the wind for just about eight

A classic tale of good versus evil …

Are you familiar with the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?  It was written by Robert Louis Stephenson in 1886.  Essentially it’s about the two personalities that live within Dr. Jekyll — one being good, the other evil.

Could have been written about Donald Trump.

I met him once, you know.  It was a very long time ago.  Not long after he married his first wife, Ivanna.  She was a model, one of Montreal’s most sought after. I was working in the fashion industry at the time, for the designer, Leo Chevalier.  She was one of our favourites and we booked her constantly.

What I remember vividly is how, after she got married and moved to New York, she never abandoned all the models she’d