Driving along the 401 from Toronto to my dad’s house in Trenton, I was all “man, I love how EVERYTHING here is named after the Loyalists,” and an AMERICAN said: “that was over two hundred years ago, why are they still talking about it?” and I went NUTS and delivered an extemporaneous lecture on how it’s not MY beautiful country that needs to have a two-year debate about whether the stupid founding fathers would have approved of putting in a new traffic light in Gary, Indiana, so shut yer gob. I mean, literally no Canadian politician is ever “WW Sir John A. Macdonald Do?” bc why would a drunk 19th century politico be the best source of wisdom for governing a modern nation that would be unrecognizable to him in every way? We wrote our constitution in 1982.
Looking sexy, Utah.
The fascinating John Duka, who likely inspired The Normal Heart‘s Felix Turner.
So, Knowlton Nash died. He was pretty amazing. And if you were a small Canadian, you should remember him fondly for having gotten Sesame Street to agree to Canadian content. My husband, when I mentioned this: “Heh. were there beavers?” Me: “…yes.” “Did they speak French?” Me: “…yes.”
Ahhhh, everything is always too good to be true. It’s funny, because I feel like everyone I know is BOMBARDED with the information that their fertility is about to hit a wall of NO, so I always eye-roll at these things, but then the actual polls are very different:
In the 2012 survey of U.S. undergraduates, 66 percent of women and 81 percent of men believed that female fertility did not markedly decline until after the age of 40. One-third of women and nearly half of men believed this marked decline occurred after the age of 44—an age at which an I.V.F. cycle is least effective. The study concluded that “the discrepancy between participant’s perceived knowledge and what is known regarding the science of reproduction is alarming and could lead to involuntary [biological] childlessness.”
I bought and read all of the Patrick Melrose novels of Edward St. Aubyn after reading this Ian Parker profile in The New Yorker, and it was a brutal, gruesome, and ultimately rewarding task.
Jane Marie on beauty! She also pretends that fishtail braids are real.
On Angelina Jolie’s perfect game.
I am fine with this. I hate standing on the fringe of the host, and then doing a sad face like “I have to goooooo now but this was funnnn.” Do this to me, I don’t care. No, I do not have the balls to try it, why bother pretending? I WANT to ghost at parties.
(Yes, I am also pregnant again, in addition to stylish.) pic.twitter.com/oUjpcUa49K
— Nicole Cliffe (@Nicole_Cliffe) May 29, 2014
