Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Thursday, February 11, 2010


I am angry. The whole world is angry. Oh yes, you know that. Because when it really comes down to it, you are not actually that stupid a boy. No, you've actually got some semblance of a brain and you know how and when to use it. I don't think your Playboy interview was a deliberate ploy for media attention because you are so past that you can't roll over in your sleep without tweeting about it. You have everyone's attention already.

The most irritating thing is your Twitter apology about this mess you've made. You wanted to "intellectualize" the word nigger? This word is not yours to intellectualize, John. You have no claim to this word; you have no history with this word. This word did not enslave you, it did not beat you, it did not rape you, it did not ensure the complete and utter destruction of your people at the hands of a white man.

You do not have a hood pass, John Mayer. You were born in Connecticut.  Your parents are white, your brothers are white, your sister-in-law is white, and, like you said, your dick is WHITE. The ability to play a bluesy lick does not give you all-hood access. The fact that Kanye West and Common wanted to record a song with you does not entitle you to ponder the struggles of a black man. NO ONE is allowed to ponder the struggles of any man in such a pithy way. You may have your own struggles and, while anyone can respect that, you have no right to drag anyone into that self-serving mess of a life. No one deserves that.

I hope you stick to your word about stepping back from the media and ending your "quest to be clever" John. Because, when it comes right down to it, there was nothing really clever at all about you, was there? You've said it repeatedly but never actually managed to accomplish this feat of media shyness. This time, I hope you learn something. I hope there is enough shame left in you to realize that, this time, you didn't just say something that makes you look like an asshole or a douchebag (synonymous with your name now, aren't they?). This time, you overstepped boundaries that you don't even have rights to.

Welcome to 2010, John. Life needs to get real.

And lastly, I hope Kerry Washington has the nerve to knock you down if you ever see her and try to stutter out another banal apology.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


I have abandoned the blog for now. Certainly not because I have abandoned my plans for London - but there is really nothing to say until I get to the end of February.

The job hunt starts in March, as does the visa application. So what more is there to tell you? Life in Toronto is certainly interesting but there is nothing about it that I can relate to The Big Move. I work all week, hang out with my favourite people and then spend the weekend doing, well, absolutely anything we can drum up. Most of it involves large amounts of Tanqueray. 

BUT WAIT! I just thought of something! A ha! Oh ho! Woohoo!

So, good friends know that I am a big fan of John Mayer aka Douche. Right, it's got to the point where I can't even say his name without thinking "douche" and that's just sad for him. But anyway . . . I am a fan. I love his inoffensive, easy-on-the-ears music but I have never had the chance to see him live. When I first discovered him, I was too young to care about the live show and by the time I got around to wanting to see him live, he had hit sold-out arena fame. So now his tickets are priced at something I wouldn't bother paying to see him make his infamous O face while he plucks at his guitar. He'll be in Toronto on February 14th and I chose not to go.

Yep, there's the famous O face.

THAT BEING SAID . . . I then heard he would be at the O2 Arena in London at the end of May! And, my goodness, I should be in London by the end of May! And so, maybe it's time I saw John Mayer live. And that is exactly what I'm going to do! Yes, after nearly 10 years of playing Room for Squares and Continuum on repeat, I am going to see it done live! For the first time! IN LONDON!

And that's pretty damn exciting . . .