A not so happy holidays
I see Christmas as a season of love, joy, and caring. I look forward to it all year, so I get in the holiday spirit when fall strikes. Ten years ago, it was common to see those around me getting excited too.
I see Christmas as a season of love, joy, and caring. I look forward to it all year, so I get in the holiday spirit when fall strikes. Ten years ago, it was common to see those around me getting excited too.
When youâre stressed, you relax. Although itâs good to wind down after a long day, relaxing when a job or assignment is unfinished may actually cause more long-term stress.
The awkward years of adolescenceâweâve all been there. For many of us itâs an aspect of our life we donât revisit often. We tend to bottle up our past, repress memories, and avoid conversations where we open up about those âinnocentâ isolated incidents.
Dear McDonaldâs advertising team: no word combination or phrase will ever make your company more appealing. You can use the word âloveâ over and over again, but you donât need to convince us that you love anything. Just keep churning out your delicious mutated meals and youâll be just fine.
Itâs often easy for us to take for granted the rights and freedoms we enjoy in Canada. Many of us are quick to complain about something which, in the larger sense, is insignificant compared to the hardships people from other countries face.
Brittany Maynardâa 29-year-old who was diagnosed with a fatal brain tumourâdecided to travel from California to Oregon where assisted suicide was legal, so she could âdie with dignity.â After the events, we were all left wondering about the ethical repercussion of such actions.
Whether your protest is for extremely right-wing causes, extremely left-wing causes, or anywhere in between, the fury of assumed injustice has always been a powerful and irrational force.
When new technology is released to the public there is often a party of people who approach it with absolute frenzy. The mystique of new technology is certainly alluring, since innovation is seen as a remarkable achievement.
On August 16, Eron Gjoni published an over-8,000-word diatribe about his ex-girlfriend Zoe Quinn. This particular diatribe was a post on his blog and reveals more than anyone wanted to know about the months-long relationship Gjoni and Quinn shared.
It enters our conversations, appears on television, and is even broadcast in the news. Whether we go there on purpose or if it was just a Freudian slip of the tongue, subtle racism, like a chronic sore muscle, requires us to shrug it off or address it with a tight squeeze.