opinions matter.

it's no secret to anyone who knows me well, where i stand on the abortion issue. i worked at planned parenthood for four years, both educating youth on sexual health and relationships, as well as acting as a counsellor for victims of sexual, physical, emotional and other forms of abuse. i managed various relationships with women both young and old, as well as men in various forms of crisis. from all of these both heartbreaking and strengthening experiences - and as a woman who believes in women's rights as human rights - i have a strong opinion on civil rights for women, and a strong belief that there is NO place for the state, in a woman's body. i filled out paperwork for women who could not speak english; i held the hands of women with black eyes by their husbands of 16 years; i sat with a mother, grandmother, and the young 10 year old raped by her step-brother; i sat with couples who cried without words for hours. 
i was once invited for an anti-abortion rally by a person i knew in university, who said i 'needed to be saved, and reminded of what was true and right' because (in his opinion - yes, it was a him), i was uneducated, and naive about the issue - i have not spoken with him since. 
this issue has once again come to light largely due to wendy davis' filibuster to help block a controversial anti-abortion bill - her 11 hour filibuster brought to light EXACTLY what people think. and, while i have strong opinions, and strong opposition to those who think otherwise, i have to say, i'm always happy when something brings people out to talk. when something eats away at enough people that they can't hold it in. sure - there are ALWAYS people who talk when they shouldn't. people who share their opinions - without knowledge, understanding, or scientific fact - to anyone who can hear them. there are always split opinions, and people who try to boil things down to tiny insignificant facts, which aren't actually related to the overall picture. like, when i pass by anti-abortion rioters with photos of still born babies with clearly defined fingers, stating that they are 4 week old fetuses. scary how much some people missed in biology class. 
but without delving too much into the details, and picking apart arguments about the definition of 'person', and all of those things that make this human rights issue so interesting, i'd simply like to share one of my favourite essays to date on the issue. who would've thought tht rob delaney - the man responsible for more penis jokes on my twitter feed than all of the comedians i follow - would be the one to write the most eloquent, respectful, and beautiful words regarding this entire issue? well.... anyone who has ever read any of rob delaney's writing - that's who. 
the most perfect way to say it all. check it out.

"I support a woman's right to safe, legal abortion because centuries of history shows us that women are going to get abortions whether they're safe and legal or not. And when they're not safe and legal, these women will often die terribly or be damaged irreparably. In my fantasy utopia, there would be no abortion. There'd be contraception readily available and there'd be education geared toward preventing unwanted pregnancies. Adoption would be easier.
We don't live in a utopia, however. We live in a country where scoundrels are certain and nuance is vilified. I opened up my own thought process above to demonstrate that it isn't neat. But it's all taking place unified in one man's skull. And I'm not unique in having a complex thought relationship with abortion. I'm like a lot of people. Most people."

read the rest of his essay here

my (long, vacation) weekend in summary

this holiday weekend seemed to rush past - filled with lots of activities, food, and visiting.
drinks with ladies; kickin' patio furniture; travel essentials; ferry things; roadside stops and lots of rocks; stepping through dangerous territory; roadside stops and lots of rocks; the most beautiful tree on the hike; beach things; boardwalk out of tofino; kayaking in the shade; buddying up in plastic boats; surfer jeff and his board; the beach; my first oyster encounter; the mist coming in off the water. 
this weekend had: hangouts for birthdays with the lab girls at the diamond in gas town; tight club early friday morning with keighty; bike rides in stanley park after meeting jeff's parents downtown; mongolian food for the first time for lunch in the west end; a couple of stanley park brewery drinks - for the first timers; an apartment hangout with drinks and food; an early morning wake up for coffee and then a ferry ride; a long drive on the island; amazing fish and chips at a hole in the wall in port alberni; roadside stops at natural vistas and rock cuts; a beautiful and cozy apartment for the weekend, and a pullout couch for the nights; the beach right out the window, and an amazing hike to watch the waves just out the backdoor; an incredible seafood dinner to go with the incredible (and unexpected) sunset view; another early morning wake up (ontario visitors and time changes) and some breakfast with a view; rental bikes for bike path rides through town; kayak tours for hours across the water; sea stars and deadman's island stories; the best burrito i've ever had in my life at tacofino; beach time with a book; a birthday dinner with the most amazing view for the birthday girl; a first timer with oysters; a bakery breakfast with americanos and breakfast pizzas; a drive along the island; ferry wait times; an eventful dinner - broken glass, and deceitful staff! - at one of my least fave restaurants.... oy; a goodbye to parents; an arrival home marked by dumping suitcases, and collapsing exhaustedly.
hope everyone had a fantastic weekend, and enjoyed the beautiful weather (i know we all did!). happy monday - let's kick this week's ass!

shimmy shimmy ya... canada day.

since i wrote about ODB on friday, i can't stop thinking about him. dreaming. remembering.
so. because it's one that everyone in the world can get down and into (and because it reminds me of high school dances), i need to leave you on this (canadian) holiday monday not without a post.... no. but instead, with an ODB classic.
it's a drop video. and hey - kelis. thanks for showin' up.

ok. ok. you KNOW i can't just stop at one video. it's ODB! my roommates and i mourned for a week when he died. heartbreaking. so just one more.

there you have it. happy canada day, from the country who gave you poutine, blue rodeo, maple syrup, the better side of niagara falls, and all dressed chips. oh. and degrassi. that's ALL us. 

on loving what you do

"it has nothing to do with pay. either you love when you're doing or... look, i wrote for years and i wasn't paid. my love carried me through all those years. i sold newspapers on the street corner. when i was twenty-two, i was making ten dollars a week. when i started making twenty dollars a week from selling stories, i quit selling newspapers. you're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love"
ray bradbury on loving work

things i'm in love with

oh fridays. i love you. no matter what my work schedule is like, i'll always like you. though i'm officially on weekend (LOOOOONG weekend), i still woke up before 6 so keighty could get my booty tight (more on that below), and spent the day hiking, biking, and eating my way through vancouver. jeff's parents have flown in for the long weekend, and we are enjoying every second with them - including our departure for tofino tomorrow.
SO while we enjoy the long weekend here in canada, a few things to explore this weekend... and to remember always.
(via)

honesty and candidness. always perfect moments in my eyes. "i fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. i fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams."

this beautiful and amazing (old) article on arranging supermarket flowers - 'cause goodness knows that's currently what i can afford (that, and flowers cut from the old motel next door to me... which i assume can and should be arranged similar to those super classy flowers you can buy in a grocery store).

goodness gracious. a workout where i can talk like i'm the ghetto queen i am, i get to dance like a hip hop background dancer, and i get a tight ass? perfection. tight club is the brain child of keighty - her opening line on her 'about' page is "i hate running and i love beer". and then, i was in love (i'm even drinking a beer right now). i've had the opportunity to work out with keighty a few times now. all very sweaty. all involving hip hop (ODB was involved). and all involving lots of ass. she's a gem. and her workouts are kick ass. go visit her. she's amazing.

finally. when listening to some of soko's new music, i was reminded of this video. forever one of my favourite videos of all time, i didn't realize that matthew gray gubler also helped direct and edit this mini film. it's beautiful, and sad, and lovely, and sweet and everything that it first love.

i think that's it for today - those fellow canadians, enjoy the long weekend, and i'll be back on tuesday!