I understand the instinct to defend your home country
Famous, “BLUE DOG LAKE” in my home province. (Not really called blue dog lake, but really in my home province)
I’m Canadian, we’re a non-stop punchline… But, I am so tired of Americans who tell me to shut up about my opinions about the the US because I, “moved here.” I’m sick of hearing, “Canadians move to the US at the first chance they get.” because it’s utter bullshit. Most Canadians call me a moron for moving here.
Yes, the US entertainment industry can offer me more money than the Canadian industry can. Yes, Americans move to shittier countries every day for work opportunities and they complain about the state of affairs in those countries too.
Anyhow. Happy Canada Day. I’m allowed to be proud of my country and also live in another.
I’ve lived in the US for two years today, and I can’t say that moving here for work has been the best decision, but it has definitely been an interesting one. PS- For those of the mindset that think “She’s Canadian, fuck her, she doesn’t get to complain and also work here.” I pay a lot of fucking US tax and create jobs for Americans. Bite me.
This LAPD officer is saying that being ‘fondled through your clothing’ isn’t sexual assault. And no one questioned this statement, and it is repeated in many articles. Google it.
I’ve become more and more enraged with sexism and misogyny over the past year and I’m not sure where to direct this rage, but one thing is for sure… I’m sick of hearing, “Oh, but not all men are like this.” Because, no shit, not all men have disdain for women or speak sexist dialogue. But all women are affected by sexism and misogyny… so let’s just stop making this about men, for one fucking second. Let’s sit back and watch how we speak and how others speak and make our own changes, and teach others when we can.
Yesterday, at the Rose Bowl flea market, I noticed a 5ft by 5ft painting of a First Nations warrior on a horse in the middle of a buffalo stampede.
The seller told me the painting was worth $28,000, which of course was completely irrational, the man had it hanging on the side of his van.
After much haggling (at around $400 he cried out “I can’t take $400! That’s crazy!”) I told him, “I guess maybe $175, PLUS you have to give me one of your cookies.” He sighed, “For $20 more I can deliver to Studio City. I need gas money you know.” Sharply, I nodded and told him I needed to go for a walk and think about it. As I began to walk away, he shouted, “You’re gonna get me down to $175 and walk away?”
"Yes sir!" I said. The reality is, the value of that $28,000 painting is what people are willing to pay for it. And yesterday? The value was nothing. Sorry dude, the big life lessons are never painless.
Macaulay Culkin’s band The Pizza Underground drew a large crowd to a Fifth Ward basement last night David Bedford
NEW BRUNSWICK, NJ—A Fifth Ward basement was home to an “only in New Brunswick” moment last night, as a pizza-themed cover band and its famous lead singer entertained a crowd of nearly 200.
While live musical performances in basements are common throughout the Hub City, last night’s show was unique because of the headliner: The Pizza Underground, and its frontman, former child star Macaulay Culkin.
Those in attendance, mostly young people who paid $5 or $10 admission, gathered to see an older version of the child star of several films they had grown up watching, including “Home Alone” and “Richie Rich.”
The band is known for their altered imitation of the critically-acclaimed Velvet Underground and its lead singer Lou Reed, replacing the lyrics with pizza-related imagery.
Shortly before 9pm, Culkin and the band’s four other members entered the basement performed a 15-minute set, changing the lyrics of several classics such as “Take a Walk on The Wild Side” (“Take a Bite of The Wild Slice”) and “Perfect Day” (“Pizza Day”).
A city with few affordable venues for live music, especially those for all ages, New Brunswick has a rich tradition of underground performances in residential basements. In fact, The Velvet Underground helped to spark that tradition with a New Brunswick basement performance four decades ago.
Word of mouth, combined with an invite-only Facebook event, attracted the large crowd to a basement known as “OutWorld” according to promoter Alex Nyman.
There, The Pizza Underground captivated the audience with layered harmonies from microphones hanging from the basement’s water pipes.
Event organizers said the group had expected a bit too much out of a New Brunswick basement.
In addition to five microphone stands, which were not provided, a rider shared on Facebook showed that the band had requested numerous amenities for their makeshift green room.
From bottles of expensive alcohol to plates of fresh fruit, hummus, and chips, the band’s requests were not met in most cases.
The strangest request called for: “one (1) poster of ‘Beverly Hills Cop’ hanging in the green room prior to bands arrival.”
According to sources, The Pizza Underground settled for tea, popcorn, cheaper alcohol, and naturally, pizza.
Although the crowd was rowdier for opening act Harpoon Forever, Culkin’s cover band elicited laughter while delivering an entertaining musical performance.
Although there were a few grumbles regarding the seriousness of The Pizza Underground’s renditions, ultimately people were happy to see a familiar face from the silver screen singing about pizza through Lou Reed’s musical landscape.
The crowd was undeniably pleased with the aura of Culkin, as well as impressed by the band’s tongue-in-cheek attitude towards Velvet Underground classics.
Nyman said, “Community really helped in all of this. We had a combined effort, and the show would not have happened without Alex Goldstein from Harpoon Forever contacting The Pizza Underground’s manager.”
Beatrix:The boys in my class are going to believe that I saw an alien over the holidays but they won't believe I got kittens; and the girls are going to believe that I got kittens but won't believe I saw an alien. My teacher will believe both.
This song just came up on Spotify and I was suddenly 17 again, on the floor at the show in Vancouver listening to these guys yell, “We love the way you love us!” with thick Dutch accents wearing a sweater I found at Winners.