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New Jersey in 1994 = INCREDIBLE. I’ve never seen The Real Housewives of New Jersey, but apparently they were these girls in the 90’s.

This just in: Rep. Sally Kern of Oklahoma blames the recession on sinners, namely homosexuals. And she and other pure Oklahomans are not going to sit back and take it!

In reading about this story, I discovered some other batshit crazy homobigoted comments she made last year, which included this amazing tidbit:

Studies show, no society that has totally embraced homosexuality has lasted for more than, you know, a few decades.

But guys, she totally has a point. Examine the evidence…

Egypt, c. 2400 BCE

Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum, royal manicurists during the reign of 5th Dynasty pharaoh Nyuserre and the earliest same-sex couple known in history. Their tomb the necropolis at Saqquara contains an adorable portrait of the pair holding hands and intimitely touching noses.

Verdict: Society destroyed! The Egyptian civilization collapsed after a few decades, in approximately 2366 BCE, never to be heard from again.

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That’s right. Matching straw fedoras from Eddie Bauer. We both liked the hat, but we couldn’t decide who looked better in the hat, so we both bought the hat. They’re different sizes, though, or else we could have just shared the hat. But this way is more fun, because…you know…matching hats.

BEST. COUPLE. EVER.

Gotcha, you bastard.

Above: the day we moved into our Cabbagetown apartment. Look how cute and happy we were!

It is with the giantest sad face that I announce that, after more than two years in our current home, Pete and I have to find a new place to live. The owner of our house decided to sell it about a month-and-a-half ago. Since May, we’ve been dealing with a steady stream of people in and out of our apartment, looking at all our stuff and generally being a bunch of douchebags. It has been a major inconvenience, but what can you do, right?

The house finally sold a couple of weeks ago, but we just found out today that they new owners will be moving into our apartment while continuing to rent the one below us. Now we’ve got until the end of September to vacate. Clearly this is not a tragedy, but it’s still really upsetting. This place is more than just an apartment to us: it is our first place together as a couple, and it’s our home. We’ve gotten involved in the neighbourhood and our street’s residents association. The servers at our local diner and pub know us. Plus, our deck set-up allows us to let Charlie wander around on the deck and roof unsupervised which has vastly improved our relationship with him.

On the other hand, there are things about this place that I completely hate. Like its lack of storage, the cave-like bedroom, frequent raccoon and squirrel attacks, etc. It would be awesome to find a place that could address the storage and bedroom issue, at least. Something on the east side, in an older house, with a pub and a coffee shop nearby and a community vibe. We’re looking to stay in Cabbagetown or make the hop over the Don to Leslieville and Riverdale.

Already started booking some apartment showings; hopefully we’ll find something special.

What?

Someone needs to buy me that “Cupcake + Multivitamin = Super Breakfast!” tee from Natalie Dee.

Also, this post is highly un-timely after those “Shut up, I’m curvy: now clothe me!” and “Stop eating high-fructose corn syrup!” posts.

Michael Pollan (In Defense of Food, The Omnivore’s Dilemma) and Eric Schlosser (Fast Food Nation) team up to bring you Food, Inc: a documentary about how everything you eat is processed corn.

My body is none of your business, but I’m going to go ahead and say it: I teeter on the edge of “plus size”. A size 12 will fit me about 50% of the time: just small enough that I can still shop in “regular” stores, but just big enough that I face regular disappointment in the change room.

The last time I was a size 8 was after the six-weeks I spent in Jordan being an intrepid archaeologist. Oh, how fit I looked after a month and a half of back-breaking labour, sweating over handpicks and shovels in the desert, eating the same bland rice and chicken every day. That stomach parasite I picked up from eating salads washed in unfiltered water really did wonders for my waistline.

Yeah, fuck that.

I don’t consider clothing not fitting me my problem. I like my body. If properly attired, it can look super hot. If you, as a major fashion retailer, can’t come up with something to fit my body, you are failing at your job. Which is your loss, because I’m addicted to shopping and you could probably use the revenue. The fact of the matter is that designing clothing for skinny bodies is easier than designing for curvy bodies because it requires less conceptualization and detail work, ie. less talent, less manpower, less stitching. And draped jersey is cheap cheap cheap!

There was an article in the New York Times today about stores like Forever 21 and Target launching plus size lines aimed at young women who don’t want to wear tracksuits. Imagine that! I checked the Forever 21 line—Faith 21—out online, and behold:

What a bunch of fatties! Uhh, these women look normal and totally cute. If you’re not designing clothing for people who look like this, who are you designing for?

I’m not even calling out high-fashion design houses, I’m calling out mall stores. I’m also calling out mall stores that think they’re above being a mall store, like French Connection. How dumb are you? According the the NYT article, plus size clothes targeted to women 13-34 was a $5.8 billion industry last year, and that was during a recession. It’s insulting AND bad business.

In conclusion, can somebody please make me some pants that look good? Thanks.

When he was in Egypt at the start of the month, Obama and his staff took some time to visit the pyramids at Giza. It made for some pretty great photo ops for the White House Flickr feed.

Fangirl alert…

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I don’t know why I’m even bringing this up, since the LCBO is schilling the shit out of this wine, but try the Cave Springs ‘07 Dry Rosé.

“But pink wine? Oh noes!”

No really! It’s delicious!

Tasting Note: Brilliant rose colour; fragrant raspberry and fresh picked strawberry aromas and flavours with apple notes; dry, light to medium bodied, finishes with crisp dry finish.

Serving Suggestion: Cold cuts; fish soup; salad plate; grilled salmon burgers.

And it’s only $12.95 a bottle!