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The Continental XL Dance of Joy

The Continental XL is a dance group like no other. Under the direction of Sylvain Emard and to the accompaniment of DJ Mini, 200 dancers aged 12 to 72 line danced their way into our hearts at Place des festivals on Sunday afternoon. What makes this dance troop so special is that it is made up of both professional dancers and dance lovers.

Every age group of dancers had something to offer to the overall performance. The older dancers with their half movements showed grace, while the younger dancers exuded energy. I was also most impressed with some of the men, with both very slight and heavy set builds. They were beautiful dancers regardless of not having what we consider a typical dancer's body.

But what is a typical dancer's body? It made me reflect on who is responsible for defining the perfect dancer's line for both men and women. When I think of women, I see Karen Cain, and for men, Mikhail Baryshikov. A more recent cultural reference would be the nearly emaciated dancers in the film "Black Swan." Yet after seeing this performance, I can say that every shape has something to offer, and the dancers' joy and enthusiasm had an immense influence on their overall appearance.

The brilliant part of Sylvain Emard's choreography is that everyone could perform the dance, and the movements he chose, particularly the collective arm movements, were beautiful. Continental XL was a wonderful way to stimulate the general public's interest in dance and to show everyone that no one is too young, too old, too heavy or too short to dance. Three cheers for inclusion!

I'll bet Continental XL will have even more dancers in its troop next year.

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A Legal Definition of Consent

Yesterday, we headed down to Parc de la paix for the Montreal SlutWalk rally. Although there were only a few hundred people at the initial gathering, the crowd was enthusiastic and alive with cheers and jeers. The message at the rally was loud and clear: the only one responsible for sexual assault is the person who cannot take "no" for an answer. Victims should not be blamed for their clothing regardless of the comments of Toronto Police Officer Michael Sanguinetti, who told a small group of Osgoode Hall students in January 2011 that for their own personal safety, women should not dress "like sluts." Mr. Sanguinetti's remarks have sparked SlutWalks around the world. 

The Montreal SlutWalk came just three days after the Supreme Court of Canada's 6-to-3 decision regarding sexual consent. Writing for the majority, Chief Justice Beverly McLachlin stated, "Any sexual activity with an individual who is incapable of consciously evaluating whether she is consenting is therefore not consensual within the meaning of the Criminal Code." In Canada, the definition of consent is now defined as an ongoing state of mind where individuals can ask their partner to stop. Hence, if your partner has passed out, you no longer have her consent. Sounds like good old common sense to me!

A lot of people people still have some problems identifying victim-blaming situations. However, this is not surprising given how sexual assault has been treated by our criminal justice systems. In my life time, I have heard of a woman being blamed for her own sexual assault:

1. because of her provocative clothing.
2. because she had a reputation for liking sex.
3. because she was drunk.
4. because she was flirting.

In these cases, the finger was never pointed at the violent offender.

The SlutWalks around the world are a good way to raise awareness about the fact that "no" means "no" regardless of how one is dressed and that the offender is the only one to blame in an incident of sexual assault.


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The Muvbox: The New Cheap Expensive

Muvbox kitchen, pizza oven and standing area
The Muvbox is the brainchild of entrepreneur and restaurateur Daniel Noiseux. He has drawn on his love of design and background in architecture to repurpose objects so that they are used for something other than their original intention. With a critical eye for functionality, Noiseux has taken used shipping containers and transformed them into solar-powered canteens. At night, the entire unit can be shut down, reverting to a shipping container in just two minutes. The beauty of this concept is that no building permit is required, and the unit can be transported by land, rail or sea. What's more, Noiseux and his team outfit units to the owner's specifications, and they can also be made into art galleries or pop-up stores.

Certification and licences for the shipping container
Specializing in lobster rolls from the Magdalen Islands, the original Muvbox in Montreal opens annually on May 15. Last week, my husband and I went for lunch at the Old Port to check out this incredible feat in design. Initially, I was not disappointed. As incredible as it may seem, in addition to the five staff members working inside the container, there was also a pizza oven. Psst...Noiseux has also been credited with bringing the first pizza oven to Montreal in 1981. In addition, there was a standing area with tables for people who want to eat on the run on one side, and a terrace on the other for those who want to eat with a view of the Old Port.

As I walked around the container and checked out the government certification on the metal container, my husband ran into our friend Francois, who was having lunch with some colleagues. When I asked him about his lobster roll, I got a one word answer, "Bof!" Not what I call a ringing endorsement. I went to place our order, and was stunned to find that the lobster rolls cost $9.00 each. If you order two, add a can of Coke, the tax and a tip, you have a bill for an astounding $25.00, for two very average lobster rolls.

I assumed that if I chose to eat food prepared in a refurbished solar-powered shipping container, which does not require a building permit, that overhead costs would be low and, thus, food would be relatively inexpensive. I also erroneously believed that with Mr. Noiseux's extensive background in running high-quality restaurants the food would be good. I don't think I would have minded the price so much if the food had been better.

We can only assume that we were paying for the design...which is worth a look! You just might want to eat before you go.




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Review: Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston

Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston

This is the fourth and final book I will be reviewing in my Late Spring Reads series. 

Going Down Swinging is the story of Eileen and Grace. Eileen is an educated single mother in the early 1970s trying to raise her young child Grace the best she can. She also has a teenage daughter, Charlotte, from her first husband. Like many other women, Eileen has her share of issues and has not made the best choices in men. The single-parent family survives precariously, while Eileen allays her fears with an increased reliance on alcohol and pills. Fearing for Grace's welfare, Charlotte reports her mother to Child Services.

Many of the key narrative elements in this novel are revealed through reports filed by the various social workers who follow Eileen and Grace from Toronto to Vancouver. Eileen's addiction eventually gets out of hand, and Grace is placed in a foster home.

Although this may sound grim, the beauty of this book is the unconditional love between Eileen and Grace. The early 70s were difficult times for single mothers, particularly those without any support from their families or ex-husbands. What's more, women in that decade earned very little in relation to men, and the work they did find involved long exhausting hours.

Yes, I sympathized with Eileen in spite of her many shortcomings, addiction being just one of them. I spoke to author Billie Livingston about Eileen, and she said that many readers wrote to her to say that she should have punished Eileen for her behaviour, while others like me sympathized with her. I tend to see addiction as an affliction of the self-loathing and a punishment in itself. Besides, Eileen feels plenty of pain when she goes through rehab in order to get Grace back. But will she get Grace back? Or will she continue to go down swinging?

This gripping read with all its dead-on 70s cultural references was Billie Livingston's first novel. I loved this book, and if you've read it, I'd love to know what you think of Eileen.

Other reviews:
Incendiary by Chris Cleave
Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell 
The Girl Without Anyone by Kelli Deeth
Drive-By Saviours by Chris Benjamin
Interview with Author Billie Livingston
Review: The Trouble with Marlene by Billie Livingston
Review: Greedy Little Eyes by Billie Livingston
Interview: Christy Ann Conlin Author of Dead Time
Review of Girls' History and Culture Reader: The Twentieth Century
Dead Time by Christy Ann Conlin
The Social Media Survival Guide by Deltina Hay
The Birth House by Ami McKay
The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis
The Bone Cage by Angie Abdou
Unless by Carol Shields
Essex County by Jeff Lemire

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Review: Incendiary by Chris Cleave

Incendiary by Chris Cleave

This is the third of four great books I am reviewing in my Late Spring Reads series.

This is an open letter to Osama Bin Laden from an unnamed Cockney narrator who becomes an indirect casualty of the terrorist bombing of an Arsenal football match, a game both her young son and husband were attending. She hears the explosion on the TV as she is in the middle of an adulterous encounter with a Daily Telegraph journalist, who was also supposed to be attending the game. The narrator demands that the journalist take her to the stadium where 1,000 football fans have been burnt to a crisp. She is injured and ends up in hospital, where she learns that the only thing left of her three-year-old son is his stuffed toy. The tragedy, however, binds the narrator and journalist into an odd relationship, which eventually includes his fashion writer girlfriend.

In the wake of this calamity, London is under strict curfew, Muslims endure open discrimination and harassment, and many Londoners are suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which they ease with debauchery. Our narrator eventually becomes involved with a police officer from whom she learns that the tragedy could have been averted. Our narrator chooses to leak the tip to the press, which leads to her own demise and that of her journalist friends.

This is another powerful narrative about how tragedy affects everyone regardless of class and of the neurotic chaos that ensues. I liked this novel because it was taken from the perspective of a young working-class woman, who the author portrays respectfully.

As some of you may know, Chris Cleave is a columnist for the Guardian. Incendiary was his first novel.

Tomorrow's review will be of Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston.

Other reviews:
Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell 
Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston
The Girl Without Anyone by Kelli Deeth
Drive-By Saviours by Chris Benjamin
Interview with Author Billie Livingston
Review: The Trouble with Marlene by Billie Livingston
Review: Greedy Little Eyes by Billie Livingston
Interview: Christy Ann Conlin Author of Dead Time
Review of Girls' History and Culture Reader: The Twentieth Century
Dead Time by Christy Ann Conlin
The Social Media Survival Guide by Deltina Hay
The Birth House by Ami McKay
The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis
The Bone Cage by Angie Abdou
Unless by Carol Shields
Essex County by Jeff Lemire

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Review: Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell

Winter's Bone (2006) by Daniel Woodrell

This is the second of four beautifully written books I am reviewing in my Late Spring Reads series.

Set in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri, Winter's Bone introduces us to Ree Dolly, a 16-year-old girl who is raising her two younger brothers, while caring for her despondent mother. After her father, Jessup, leaves one morning, a police officer arrives to inform Ree that unless her father reports for his bond hearing, their home and timber lands will be repossessed. Ree sets out to track down her unreliable father, a renowned meth cook, an occupation common in the area. However, she finds everyone guarded and hostile about his whereabouts. The Ozarks have their own laws and code, particularly when they pertain to kin, and transgression is Ree's only option in a desperate attempt to locate her father, dead or alive. Ree has to tangle with some rough characters to get some disturbing answers about her father.

This is a powerful novel that in spite of its gritty context is hopeful. Ree is tough and triumphs at a time when most would have simply skipped town. Woodrell's prose is rich and reflects the dialect spoken in the Ozarks. This is the author's eighth novel in a genre he has dubbed "country noir."

Tomorrow's review is of Incendiary by Chris Cleave.

Other reviews:
Incendiary by Chris Cleave
Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston
The Girl Without Anyone by Kelli Deeth
Drive-By Saviours by Chris Benjamin
Interview with Author Billie Livingston
Review: The Trouble with Marlene by Billie Livingston
Review: Greedy Little Eyes by Billie Livingston
Interview: Christy Ann Conlin Author of Dead Time
Review of Girls' History and Culture Reader: The Twentieth Century
Dead Time by Christy Ann Conlin
The Social Media Survival Guide by Deltina Hay
The Birth House by Ami McKay
The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis
The Bone Cage by Angie Abdou
Unless by Carol Shields
Essex County by Jeff Lemire

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Review:The Girl Without Anyone by Kelli Deeth

In the past six weeks I have read some fabulous books that are not new releases. But then, why do they have to be new? In addition to being beautifully written, all of these works feature strong women protagonists and a healthy dose of grit. If you're planning on taking a few books with you on vacation this summer, you might want to pick up one of these.

The following is the first of four books in this Late Spring Reads series:

The Girl Without Anyone by Kelli Deeth

Toronto-based author Kelli Deeth is another Canadian writer I have been told to watch for. The Girl Without Anyone (TGWA) is a 2001 collection of 11 connected stories about Leah, a young teen coming to terms with her parents' divorce and the challenging dynamic of her new life as her parents move on to new partners.

Many readers will relate to Leah's life growing up in a middle class suburb, struggling to fit in at a high school replete with drugs and alcohol, and searching for love from unsuitable people. In addition, our protagonist must contend with the fact that her parents are more focused on their own happiness than on that of their children.

In the end, Leah quits school to develop a talent that will bring her the attention she so desperately craves. Readers will feel as though they are revisiting their own awkward teenage years when many decisions are fraught with potentially life-changing consequences.

Highly realistic, TGWA is a great book for parents to remind them of just how difficult the teenage age years can be, even when their kids have everything they need on a material level.

Tomorrow's review is of Daniel Woodrell's the Winter's Bone.


Other reviews:
Incendiary by Chris Cleave
Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell
Going Down Swinging by Billie Livingston
Drive-By Saviours by Chris Benjamin
Interview with Author Billie Livingston
Review: The Trouble with Marlene by Billie Livingston
Review: Greedy Little Eyes by Billie Livingston
Interview: Christy Ann Conlin Author of Dead Time
Review of Girls' History and Culture Reader: The Twentieth Century
Dead Time by Christy Ann Conlin
The Social Media Survival Guide by Deltina Hay
The Birth House by Ami McKay
The Best Laid Plans by Terry Fallis
The Bone Cage by Angie Abdou
Unless by Carol Shields
Essex County by Jeff Lemire

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BC's Coastal Rain Forest

Two People Walking by Trout Pond
No trip to the west coast would be complete without an excursion into the woods, which are a darn sight different from those in the East. Do you see those little things at the bottom of the picture? Those are people. This should give you an idea of the size of the trees in British Columbia.

I took my daughter up to the Capilano Suspension Bridge for some outdoor walking. The footbridge is 450 feet in length and sits 200 feet above the Capilano River in North Vancouver. As I felt the sidewards sway taking my first few steps onto the bridge, I heard, "Oh bloody hell!" from a man with a Scottish brogue behind me. I turned to see a middle-aged man wide-eyed and looking straight down, clinging to the rope rails. His children were laughing. "Just give us a second to get used to this, will ya," he said. Even though you're only 200 feet from the ground, it seems much higher.

On the other side, there was a beautiful nature walk past a trout pond and plenty of activities for children to discover the different layers of the rain forest. The treetop tour gives the visitor a squirrel's-eye view of the forest, taking the visitor up another 100 feet into the Douglas fir trees, through a long series of suspension bridges with more spectacular views of the canyon and Capilano River. There are also some magnificent totem poles at the entrance and a historical guide to the park and area. Oddly enough, we heard a group of people singing, "Farewell to Nova Scotia" and a few other songs from the Atlantic provinces.

This trip was a welcome break from the city and a great opportunity to breathe some fresh mountain air.

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The Vancouver Aquarium

Aboriginal Art Sculpture

One of the highlights of our recent trip to Vancouver was a visit to the city's aquarium. With an emphasis on West Coast marine life and conservation, the Vancouver Aquarium offers both interesting and aesthetically pleasing displays of both flora and fauna. As we walked through, I could hear the cheerful and enthusiastic staff passing on their knowledge to visitors. The Aquarium also provided some very motivating paper and pencil activities that I saw a lot of young people working on.

Although we all go to aquariums to see the big fish, the belugas and dolphins, I found myself just as interested in the beautiful underwater plants, the laid-back starfish and, of course, the relaxing beauty and flow of the jellyfish (Don't believe me? Check out my video below). All the animals seemed happy and well-cared for, and the aquarium offered both under and above-water viewing.

An added bonus was the 4D Experience Theatre. We were given a pair of 3D glasses to view a short film on sea life in the shallows. Well, what is the fourth dimension? That would be the spray of water you get when a dolphin jumps out of the sea, the tickle of a wire on the back of your legs as a nest of snakes disperses or the jolt your seat receives when a predator pounces on its prey. The 4D surprises had most of us on the edge of our seats. There was a lot of laughing and screaming, most of which came from the adults, namely me.

Curious Otter
The only criticism I have of the Aquarium was that the paper and pencil activities were not available in French. Yes, after living in Quebec for 10 years, I have had two children whose first language is our other official language, and as every parent knows, my job is to advocate on their behalf and ensure that they have every opportunity to learn. I asked and was disappointed to learn that my daughter could not benefit from the well-developed and highly motivating activities the Aquarium staff had prepared. Although the Aquarium does offer some programming in French, there was no translation of these exercises available.

Apart from this, the Vancouver Aquarium is not to be missed if you are visiting the Lower Mainland.

Check out the 1-minute video of the Moon Jelly Fish.






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Vancouver, the Beautiful

View of Mountains in North Vancouver
Last week I was in Vancouver for the first time since the early 1980s. A lot has changed both in my circumstances and in those of the city. Downtown Vancouver no longer appears to be the end of the line for runaways, drug addicts, panhandlers and prostitutes. This may still be the case in the Down Town East Side (DTES); however, I was struck more by the opulence of the city's core--the empty office towers, the new BC Place stadium, the Colosseum-style library, the Skytrain, the Olympic and Expo buildings and the emptiness of the once thriving Chinatown.

Cherry Blossom
If my memory serves me correctly, downtown Vancouver was much more Asian, Native and gritty. I was told that the city had gone through several successive clean-ups in recent decades and that certain populations had been shifted to other areas of the Lower Mainland. I once felt like a foreigner in the hustle and bustle of Chinatown, which has apparently moved south to the city of Richmond. The empty office buildings, I was told, were the holdings of wealthy Chinese poised for the next economic boom, which was expected sometime in the next three years. In addition, some 130,000 new immigrants were expected to arrive in Vancouver shortly, according to our tour bus driver.

Gates to Chinatown

Of course, some things had not changed. The 1,000-acre Stanley Park, just west of the downtown, was still there with its towering trees and relatively new seawall for cyclists and pedestrians. The fresh forest air, the smell of red cedar and the beauty of the surrounding coastal mountains are among my fondest memories of British Columbia. We were just in time for the cherry blossoms and azaleas, but it had been a cold spring, so the rose garden in Stanley Park had only some tender green to offer.

So which Vancouver do I prefer? The new orderly wealthy White city or the old, adventurous, multi-ethnic chaotic mixture of rich and poor. Difficult to say...orderly is good for investments, which leave me indifferent, while diversity makes for a much more interesting city, or is that just nostalgia speaking? Whatever you prefer, the sushi is still cheap and the rain plentiful.

For further reading on real estate speculation in Vancouver click here.



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Review: Mid-Life by Joe Ollmann

Mid-Life
by Joe Ollmann
Drawn and Quarterly



In Mid-Life, the hilarious graphic novel by Joe Ollmann, we meet a conflicted, pear-shaped John Olsen who is revisiting fatherhood at age 40. Although his much younger second wife, Chan, is the love of his life, he still feels pangs of guilt about his first failed marriage and the disappointment it caused his two daughters, now 19 and 23. Yes, we can all do the math. John was married at 17 and spawned children “like some hillbilly child bride.” His guilt, however, competes with his resentment that he was never able to enjoy the freedom of his youth as Chan was. On the fun scale, everyone in Montreal seems to have had a better time than sleep-deprived John, whose new parent role has created both a cranky husband and an absentminded employee, pushing him closer to the edge of an emotional and professional abyss. To make matters worse, just as his once rabid sex drive starts to decline, his disconcerting habit of ogling the body parts of young women emerges. Clearly, John is experiencing a mid-life crisis.

Readers who have had children will readily identify with John’s situation, from his petty anger because his partner got seven minutes more sleep to the insipid children’s TV shows you are forced to watch because moving would wake the baby sleeping in your arms. In John’s case there is an upside to watching kids’ TV, in particular Sherri Smalls, who John thinks is great and well, hot. As an artistic director at a magazine, he travels to New York where he makes plans to interview Smalls, the second narrative thread in Mid-Life. Sherri is a lonely former-rocker-turned-children’s-performer who doesn’t know what to do with her angry on-again-off-again boyfriend who is also her onstage monkey sidekick. Will John’s desire to feel young again triumph over his crippling guilt?

I originally read the first chapter online and laughed until I cried. Ollman’s nine-frame black and white panels with their scratchy lines convey a range of intense emotion, from cringe-worthy embarrassment to anxiety-inducing pain, with humour never far off. My only criticism is that the lettering was difficult to read at times.

The author has crafted a fine narrative, continually upping the emotional stakes every few pages. This book will definitely appeal to anyone who has had a child later in life when waking up several times a night is akin to torture.  No one can deny the first five years of our children’s lives are trying, and what better way to enjoy it than by witnessing our hapless protagonist limp through it. In the end, John finds a solution to his predicament—he stops looking at what he’s missing and starts to appreciate what he has. The glass-half-full outlook can make a world of difference.

While Mid-Life is considered an autobio comic, how much of it actually transpired remains a mystery. Ollmann states in the preface, “This is largely a work of fiction, except where it isn’t. Please see the notes for even less clarification.” I wonder what his wife thinks…

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A Tribute to Mothers

(L-R) Gerry, G-Grandma, Mom, Grandma, Joan

I've been thinking about this post all week wondering if I was ready to write it. Unfortunately, my mother unexpectedly died of cancer on August 9, 2009, and coming to terms with it has been a long process.

My mother was born on December 30, 1940, in Viking, Alberta, where she grew up. Unfortunately, I only visited that little town two hours south-east of Edmonton when we buried her ashes last June. It gave me one more piece to the puzzle of my mother's life. I was able to see the farmhouse where she grew up, the endless prairie and the great big beautiful Alberta sky that she woke up to every morning. As you'll also see below, in a small-wooded area we also found  the remains of my grandfather's model-T, which was apparently a source of embarrassment for my mother.

Viking was not the original homestead. My great grandparents came to North America from Finland and the original parcel of land they were given was in Jenner, in Palisser's Triangle, which in spite of its rich soil was unsuitable for agriculture. My great grandfather, who was apparently shrewd, managed to get rid of it and buy land in Viking. For reasons unknown to me, returning to Viking for a visit was never high on my mother's list of priorities until a few years before she died.

Grandma in front of the Model-T
Although both my parents are from Alberta and British Columbia respectively, I spent my entire life without any extended family growing up in Eastern Canada. But strangely enough, as I discovered last year, I feel very much at home in the west.

The Remains of the Model-T
My mother still returned to Alberta once a year to visit her family, but she spent most of her life in Ontario, attending college there and later graduating from Carleton University with a BA in Art History. For the last 25 years of her life, she lived in a village south of Ottawa, a farming community much like the one she grew up in. She belonged to countless clubs and organizations, working  tirelessly as a local historian.

We really miss her, especially her grandchildren who have endless questions about crafts, which I'm at a loss to answer. This post is for my mother and my grandmother, who are probably having breakfast together somewhere.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there!



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Sexual Assault: Victim-Blaming

On January 24, 2011, Officer Michael Sanguinetti of the Toronto Police Service was on a routine visit to Osgoode Hall to advise students on personal safety on campus. To an audience of 10 students, Sanguinetti said, "I've been told I'm not supposed to say this-however, women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized." In other words, although this is not the Toronto Police Service's official position, this is how the police still see rape. Sexual assault is not caused by the attacker, but instead by the victim and her choice of clothing. This is called victim-blaming.

Needless to say, Sanguinetti's statement sparked outrage and created the "slutwalk" movement, which started last month in Toronto and has now spread throughout North America and around the world. Slutwalks have been planned in Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Illinois, Indiana, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Michigan, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas, Utah, Washington and Wisconsin, not to mention the Netherlands, the UK, Argentina, New Zealand, Australia and Sweden.

The following is the official statement from Slutwalk Toronto's Facebook page:

As the city’s major protective service, the Toronto Police have perpetuated the myth and stereotype of ‘the slut’, and in doing so have failed us. With sexual assault already a significantly under-reported crime, survivors have now been given even less of a reason to go to the Police, for fear that they could be blamed. Being assaulted isn’t about what you wear; it’s not even about sex; but using a pejorative term to rationalize inexcusable behaviour creates an environment in which it’s okay to blame the victim.

Historically, the term ‘slut’ has carried a predominantly negative connotation. Aimed at those who are sexually promiscuous, be it for work or pleasure, it has primarily been women who have suffered under the burden of this label. And whether dished out as a serious indictment of one’s character or merely as a flippant insult, the intent behind the word is always to wound, so we’re taking it back. “Slut” is being re-appropriated.

We are tired of being oppressed by slut-shaming; of being judged by our sexuality and feeling unsafe as a result. Being in charge of our sexual lives should not mean that we are opening ourselves to an expectation of violence, regardless if we participate in sex for pleasure or work. No one should equate enjoying sex with attracting sexual assault.

We are a movement demanding that our voices be heard. We are here to call foul on our Police Force and demand change. We want Toronto Police Services to take serious steps to regain our trust. We want to feel that we will be respected and protected should we ever need them, but more importantly be certain that those charged with our safety have a true understanding of what it is to be a survivor of sexual assault — slut or otherwise.

Although the Toronto Police Service's attitude towards rape may still be widespread, there's another Canadian police force and an entire community that have shifted the blame where it belongs--to the offender. Check out my next post to learn how not to be that guy.

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