Let’s Start at the Finish Line
There was no gold medal, but I got something better – a soul. Then it was all about getting bigger and badder. Clearly, size mattered to me, my parents, and the doctor.
I developed these neat things:
- Liver – Teaches me to reduce the toxins in my life (a true inspiration for this feminist blog!)
- Lungs – Reminder that we all have to not only take things in, but give back daily
- Eyeballs – Help me witness the chauvinist bullshit I critique
- Heart – Miraculously, this still works despite my habit of (ab)using it often & wearing it on my avant-garde sleeve
- Mouth – Works really well for kissing & telling people to kiss off
- Hands – Make it possible for me to raise a powerful fist in the air & fold origami glocks
- Legs – Allow me to stand up (for myself)
Before 9 months were up, my mom had a C-section in February. And the world welcomed Mary with lots of blood like in The Shining. It was a day of reckoning in Canada!
Giving It To You Right Here & Right Now
Today I’m still the same person, but taller and vulnerable in new ways after swallowing harsh-reality pills. The world can be like coffee – dark, bitter, and staining your teeth. But I’m not one to wave the white flag and surrender – I will fight to the end for what’s right. And as for those pills? Wash ’em down with optimism and a critical eye, Neo.
Having graduated from university with a psychology honours degree, it will come as no surprise that I’m fascinated by people’s behaviour and the intricate workings of the human mind – at times they’re like oil and water. It is the chaos, eccentricity, and humour in life that intrigues me the most. Anything that’s clear-cut turns me off like a foul odour.
Basically I’m the weirdo marching to the beat of my own eardrums. I have a supernova of ideas swirling around in that mushy, gray matter upstairs. Jump on my bandwagon and you’ll surely be in for a bumpy (but interesting) ride.