All posts filed under: Life Lessons

You did Well, Jonghyun

“Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.” ― Alice Walker, The Color Purple     The first time I heard Crazy I didn’t even know who the singer was. Yes, it was Korean. Yes, I was into Kpop but I was just getting my foot in, learning the different bands and producers and labels and singers–I mean, Super Junior in its first real incarnation was 21 members big. I had no idea who this man with the voice of an angel was. So, I hit Shazam and Jonghyun showed up. I then rushed to google and found out that his real name was Kim Jong-Hyun, he is from the band SHINee and he was beautiful. His voice was pure, it was filled with emotions and clarity that I had come to expect from Korean bands but there was something else. After I binged on all the solo stuff I could find by him, I started looking into the rest of his band, SHINee and ever since that day, …

Renegade Childhood

Over the weekend, I was mocking about online and came across my childhood Thursday nights. Renegade starring Lorenzo Lamas (Falcon Crest, The Bold and the Beautiful, Big Time Rush), Kathleen Kinmont (Halloween 4, CIA Codename Alexa) and Branscombe Richmond (The Scorpion King, Batman Returns). Let me explain. This show was one of my birth father’s favorite shows. On Thursday nights on CVM, we would crowd around our single television and enjoy this show.  The show was about a cop, Reno Raines (Lorenzo Lamas) who testified against dirty cops, who sent someone to kill him, missed him and killed the woman he loved instead. After he was charged (and I believe convicted) he escaped, teamed up with a bounty hunter, Bobby Sixkiller (Branscombe Richmond) and his sister Cheyenne (Kathleen Kinmont) to work on clearing Reno’s name as well as capture bail jumpers in the process. They kind of just roamed the country, small town after small town (mostly) and Miami and Vegas (of course). As I watched episode after episode, I realized a few things. Branscombe had …

The Sterility of Friendships

Do you remember the time when people used to tell you things face to face? They would take time out of their lives to stop by your place or work, or invite you out for a drink to tell you happy birthday. They would send you a birthday card in the mail or write you a letter?  Do you remember how good it felt to get a letter or a postcard in the mail? How about when people got engaged and call you up, or ran over to your place to squeal and show off the ring? Now, if you’re not on a social media you don’t know any of these things. Do you remember when you could hear someone’s voice beside you, or reach over and touch a friend? Yeah–those days are few as we get older. Not because we are particularly busy but because even when someone is beside us, across from us, we insist on ignoring them for a cold, sterile piece of technology. Don’t get me wrong. I love technology–most of …

Let’s talk Rape Culture…AGAIN

Today, I woke up really pissy but my mood improved when a dear friend, posted his excitement about the new trailer for Pacific Rim: Uprising and I jetted off to youtube to check it out. John Boyega, Jing Tian, the music, the graphics, the jaegers–all of it lifted my spirits so high I felt as if I could float. Then I got to the news and my spirits just crashed. It seems more and more these days, I find myself absolutely flabbergasted about the things people with money get away with. From Brock Turner who got off free after raping an unconscious woman behind a dumpster, to Donald Trump grabbing women “by the pussy” to Harvey Weinstein admitting, on tape, to groping a European Model, all of it absolutely gets to me and leave me wondering when had society become such a haven for rape. To make matters worse, we’ve become so desensitized to the whole traumatic experience that we’ve began blaming the victims. First, let me say this. No one, man or woman, deserves …

Just another victim on the hit-list

I try not to get political, because the world is in such a state where two people can’t have a civilized conversation without it turning nasty.  But there are some rare occasions when I have to blink and just say something.  Recently, the currently US government declared that they were going to stop trans men and women from service in the United States Military. And there are those who agree with this and they don’t see the issue here. Before I get into that, might I remind you that the draft system is not a thing in the United States anymore? These men and women are serving so your children don’t have to. They are serving so that you can be a coward behind the keyboards and talk shit about them. They serve, basically, to protect your right to hate them. That’s the kind of society we live in. We return people’s kindness and generosity by ripping the rug out from under them. Also, keep in mind that these men and women (I am not …

Again…Suicide

Chester, lead singer to Linkin Park is dead. How? He hung himself. Okay, let’s get this out of the way for those of you who are easily offended. Yes, I get that when it comes to drugs and alcohol and celebrity–the struggle is real. Hell, it’s one of the realest struggles most of these people will ever have to face. Yes, I understand its more than just a little hard. Yes, I get that most of them don’t seek the help they should or even if they do, the ‘yes men/women’ around them does not help with finding sobriety. Yes, I get all of these things. But…oh yes, there shall be a but… After his death, a whole slew of articles and facebook and twitter status began cropping up about “RIP Chester” and “Gone too soon” and “He passed away…” No. No, he didn’t “pass away.” We’re in a society where every thing offends us. I think if we stop being so damned offended all the time we could actually save some lives. Stop saying …

Passing on Some Advice

Hey everyone! Most of you who follow this blog are people who know me personally. But a few of you don’t. So let me recap. When I was twelve years old, I was adopted and moved to Canada. To say coming to this country was a culture shock – well, that would be the understatement of a lifetime. In Jamaica, the only cultures I was used to were Jamaicans (Blacks), Chinese Jamaicans (Chinese) and a few Russians (when I said a few I meant like 2). On television, I’d watch programs like Rags to Riches starring Josephe Bologna and Tisha Campbell – Side note, for all you young’uns who think GLEE was the first television musical for kids of the age, think again. Don’t believe me? Click here.  It was a thing, trust me – There should be eps on youtube Gawd I just aged myself. Anyway, watching these programs and from meeting a few people who came to visit our high school, I knew there were other people in the world. But when I …

Allergies and asshole food servers

Sorry for the horrible language in the title, but I am going to be as REAL as humanly possible with this post. A few days ago I was reading this post where someone who used to work for a popular fast food chain said when skinny girls come in and order a salad with diet coke, they give them regular coke instead. This person thought this was funny and people everywhere was laughing at it and sharing it – that was how it came across my feed. There are so many things wrong with this. Forget the fact that the person is PAYING for their salad and diet coke. That’s the least of the issues with this. Let me break it down from my personal issues. I am allergic to caffeine. Yes, I am aware that my birth nation produces some of the best coffee in the world and I am QUITE aware of the irony in all of this. If I consume a large dose of the thing I can go blind. Trust me, it …

Suicide

Hi everyone, For those of you who are personal involved with me, you know I am a big supporter of helping those who suffer from a mental illness or contemplating suicide that sort of thing. I read this article where it seems the newest trend among teenager is suicide by cop. Now, for those who have no idea what that mean, let me try and explain it as best I can. Suicide by cop is when someone points a gun at a police officer, ignore all warnings to drop the weapon and the cops are then forced to shoot the person.  So far, there have been two cases that I’ve read about–one in San Diego and one in L.A. Both these teenagers left suicide notes. Now, I hear people asking “why did they have to kill the kid?” “Couldn’t they shoot the kid in the leg or the arm?” ” Can’t the cops tell a fake fun from a real one?” These are all valid questions. I don’t know the answers to two of these …

Surviving the TTC – Because blood pressure meds are expensive

When I was in high school, the Toronto Transit Commission had these ads with a TTC bus or streetcar or train parked in someone’s driveway. You couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting one of these ads—hell they were even on the side of the TTC buses. It was their way of telling people to take the TTC and leave their cars at home. Now, I get what they were trying to do—boost ridership and get back some of the riders they lost and gained some new one. I get it. I understand PR because I studied the subject. But let me tell you, the few dollars you will save is not worth it. And think you will get to your destination on time taking the TTC? Think again. You might as well take the 401 and get stuck in traffic. Let’s begin. Timing, they say is everything. So let’s say you want to get to the Eaton Center. From Scarborough—let’s say the Guild, it should take roughly an hour. You did your due diligence …