“Never Liked It Anyway”: online garage sale meets self-help aisle

My favourite (and only) daughter Larissa is getting married in August, oh joy!  This happy occasion, of course, means many memorable moments this year, including my best so far: our mother-daughter time spent picking out The Dress. The price of wedding gowns (in case you haven’t set foot in a bridal salon lately) has prompted Larissa to do some browsing online as well as in the shops. She’s spotted some lovely used dresses for sale online (at a fraction of the original retail price) along with, of course, the explanation of WHY the selling bride is parting with The Dress.

For example, consider this online ad for a brand new, never-worn dress, offered for just $400: 

“This gorgeous wedding gown was originally purchased at a Houston, Texas fou-fou boutique, and is definitely one of the most beautiful wedding gowns I’ve ever seen. It makes people cry, in a very sentimental way. Luckily, I never wore it, so there’s no bad ju-ju involved! The guy loved his video games more than me. Can you imagine?!”

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“Fotoshop by Adobé” – all you need to look like a supermodel

Perhaps the reason I don’t look like a young and gorgeous size-2 supermodel is that I just do not use enough pro-pixel intensifying fauxtanical hydro-jargon microbead extract on my skin. You, too, can encourage your insecurities in a relentless search for entirely unrealistic beauty standards by learning about Fotoshop by Adobé – as described in this beauty product industry parody from filmmaker Jesse Rosten.

© 2012 Fotoshop by Adobé from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.

Should we stop calling it prostate “cancer”?

“We do ourselves a disservice when diagnoses as wildly different as a grade 4 glioblastoma multiforme (a brain tumour that is virtually 100% fatal) and prostatic intraepithelial neoplasia (a prostate condition more likely to make you pee frequently than to kill you) are both described as cancer.”

So claims a thoughtful Globe and Mail reflection called Can the Word ‘Cancer’ Be More Harmful Than the Disease? by health columnist André Picard. It’s all about the power of words – and particularly the C-word. Continue reading

Why I’d never make it as a Japanese mother

These were NOT my children's lunch boxes!

When my kidlets Ben and Larissa were very little, I taught them how to plan and pack their own school lunches each morning. As I explained earlier here, I began by sticking a colourful poster of the 1982 Canada’s Food Guide on the fridge door. My two kidlets prepared their own packed lunches, having been well-trained that on every school morning, they’d need to consult the fridge poster to make sure their lunch boxes contained at least one fruit, one veggie, one protein, etc. I couldn’t care less what kind of fruit/veggie/protein they chose as long as it all added up, and if they wanted to pack exactly the same favourite lunch day after day after day, that was fine with me, too.

And, let’s face it: controlling their own lunch menus also reduced the temptation to trade Mum’s über-healthy homemade Tofu Surprise lunch for a classmate’s marshmallow creme-on-white bread sandwich in the schoolyard. I’d sometimes sneak in little surprise notes (“Have fun on your class trip this morning! love, Mum XOXO”) but otherwise, what they put in was what they found later on.  I always figured that teaching them to pack their own school lunches would help them to become independent and self-reliant.

This childrearing attitude is apparently just one of the character traits that sets me apart from many Japanese mothers, according to Dr. Anne Allison, a professor of cultural anthropology at Duke University.   Continue reading