Remember that children’s book, Everyone Poops? It’s a good one, isn’t it? The book manages to express what we all know but don’t talk about. I poop, you poop, your mom poops, even your professors poop. Indeed, we all poop. Well guess what, folks? We all die too. So we should be prepared for it.
Here’s a scary thought: I’m a Canadian citizen over 18 years of age and I have lived in Saskatoon for more than three months and in Saskatchewan for more than six months. What does this mean? I can run for mayor. Ermahgerd!
I love Saskatoon. We may not have the poutine and bagels of Montreal, the oceanic views of the East Coast, or the nightlife of Vancouver, but there’s a lot to be said about our city of bridges. Because I love where I live, I care about the ways this fine city is run. Civic politics are important and should not be brushed aside. As Canadian citizens, we are beyond lucky to have the right to vote in civic, provincial and federal elections.
October is arguably the worst month of the school year. The back-to-school honeymoon is replaced by the phase of students declaring, “I want to crawl under a rock and die.” Oh, sure, the majestic fall landscape reminds me of happier times, but now academia will monopolize every fibre of my body until exams are finished in December.
Technology has forever changed the ways in which relationships begin, function and end. The romanticized bygone practices of courting and love letters have been replaced by one-night stands and sext messages. Instead of pouring my soul into a love letter addressed to my beloved, I can just send them a picture of my junk and call it a day. Apparently, a penis is worth a thousand words.
This summer there was significant pop culture buzz around E.L. James’ erotic novel Fifty Shades of Grey. I was skeptical at first about reading the novel, but I’ve since realized it is an important cultural artifact and representation of sexuality in the 21st century.