Another (?!) Sex Post - this one's diffrent though, I swear...

During a scheduled break at work today, as per usual, I am perusing the world news on theGlobeandMail.com and don’t I happen to come upon an article about how our beloved Austrian movie star/Governor/Terminator has a ten-year old love child with one of his household staff. Now, I know its California, and I know he’s pretty darn irresistible, but seriously people, what the eff is going on in the world of sex?


It was only about 18 months ago that we found out the truth about Tiger Woods…then a few months later, Jesse James. For what seems like an eternity we have been hearing about the Pamelas and the Parises having ‘sex tapes’ and somehow these innocent loving embraces being ‘leaked’ to the internet for the whole world to see. Does no one have ANY shame anymore? Has the moral thread of our society become nothing more than a dusty piece of pocket lint?

I’m not professing to be a prude or anything; occasionally, after a few spritzers I may be coerced into some closed-mouth kissing with the lights on, but I really think that the entire pre-teen and adult world has gone completely bananas for the intercourse. I mean, it doesn’t event seem to phase people like Tiger and Jesse that the entire free world (and I’ll bet most of the non-free world) to know that they are sex-addicts. SEX ADDICTS!!!! SEX. ADDICTS. I could never even work up the nerve to walk into the adult section of the video-store and these people’s mothers, fathers and children are all aware that they can’t get enough of the biddness?!

In all seriousness, its not the whacked-out* behaviour of the egomaniacs that I cant get along with; I suppose if you’ve won every PGA Championship in the world for like the past ten years, then there is only one more logical thing to do…that’s none of my business. The part that is starting to get under my skin is that this attitude towards sex has become so lax that sexual behaviour, sexual suggestion and sexual vocabulary is now accepted as ‘everyday’. Primetime television shows nonchalantly throw around sexual innuendo as though there was a sex-sponsor paying them for how many times they can fit the word into a 22-minute segment.

I don’t have any cold-hard* studies on this stuff, but I can tell you this; you can buy thong underwear for a seven year old girl, as well as high-heeled shoes. And I don’t mean those plastic, costume shoes like we used to get handed down from our older cousins; I am talking about pumps, people!! In an equally if not worse move, retailer American Eagle recently designed a padded bikini for children. Why a child is wearing a bikini is beyond me. Why grown-up bathing suits are padded is also a mystery. Why American Eagle is employing pedophiles in their design department should, nay, MUST be a matter of public interest.

I am deeply concerned that as a race, we are becoming completely desensitised to what is acceptable behaviour and that before long, there will be nothing ‘private’ to our lives at all. I shudder to think what the next step is in sex-shock value, (I am still very alarmed and puzzled by a few things I saw in Burn After Reading) and moreover I am frightened to think of what age my daughter will be when she is concerned about her pantyline or how many pounds she can shave off by wearing her Dora dress with a pair of two-inch heels.

*no pun intended

France Post

Just when you think you have us figured out, we pull the rug out from under you again! Yep, that’s right…all those invites to fancy summer BBQ’s, 5 à 7’s on the terrace, evenings on your yacht…consider us OUT. We will be wine mainlining tasting in the Loire Valley. Suck it babies!!!


Tee-Hee…don’t worry, I am not going to be that gloaty about it, but man we are excited. Normally our summers consist of long, glorious sun-filled weekends at our family cottage about an hour East of here. Yes, there is BBQing, yes there is 5 a 7-ing (although perhaps it is somewhat elongated on both ends) and yes, there is some boating, albeit not yachting, but this time it will all be in FRENCH! And you can’t argue that everything isn’t better in French; poodles, kissing, toast, fries, bread, quarters…C’est toujours magnifique!

The way this came to be is that we are members of an online house-exchange program called Global Home Exchange that basically posts your home and a few pics of the interior. People can contact you if they think they might want to come to your city or town. While you may not think people want to flock to this conservative little corner of the globe, Ottawa is in fact a bit of a hotbed for the house exchanges because of the Library and Archives and the medical facilities such as the Heart Institute, so there are always a number of professionals looking to spend some time here. (What it is that professionals get up to in this stifling heat and humidity, we do not know). We, on the other hand, will go almost anywhere to escape such professionals and the aforementioned heat, including, as our ad indicates, Europe and the UK at almost any time of the year for almost any length of time.

So there it is! I have great, if not HUGE intentions of documenting every blessed moment of the trip for your reading enjoyment; from the see-through X-ray machine at the airport to the cheese and bread induced constipation, not a single detail will be spared! Attachez vos ceintures, mes ami(e)s!