Who are they? The new female hockey team, of course. What makes them interesting? Well, instead of wearing pounds of pads, they're wearing g-strings and bikini tops. Doesn't that sound exciting, liberating, empowering, and a great investment for advertisers? No, that's porn (and the flu). So why the hell is this okay: "Come for the Underwear, Stay for the Football". I just cant wrap my head around this. I gave it time. I've been following up since the idea was first proposed to have this lingerie football team come to Toronto. I thought it would go away. I thought wrong. Some idiot gave birth to this.
Let's go through this article. First of all, the team name is Toronto Triumphs. Stupid name. Next. They have to play in bras and underwear in order to appeal to the public. So talent means nothing then. What kind of impression are they even making on young women? "Of course you can be successful playing any sport men can; you just cant wear many clothes doing it". Do I think it's sad? I think it's disgusting. I'll tackle any of these women to the floor WITH my clothes on. Yeah, I'm a rebel.
These women aren't even getting paid. Strippers get paid to dance on poles. I'm not calling these women strippers because that would be rude and degrading. They're playing football in their underwear for free. Sandy from "Grease" would not approve. I find it hilarious that they have to sign a contract saying they know that a Janet Jackson mishap may happen in future games. I mean, let's say the seats are empty. One player could be encouraged to pull another player's bra string, and cha-ching, filled seats at the next games.
Okay fine, there are a few advantages. These hardworking players get free gym memberships, tanning, and massages. Looks like we found Toronto's Jersey Shore. Seriously, Canada? First Councillor Doug Ford doesn't even know who Margaret Atwood is and now his daughter, Krista, brought this crap across the border from the States?
My fifteen year old sister is a linebacker on her high school team at Richview Collegiate Institute, the same team the Toronto Triumph's most popular player and team captain, Krista Ford, played for. When I told my sister about the idea when it first hit the news, she had the same comment I am still struggling to figure out myself. "Why? That makes no sense."
Monday 19 September 2011
Sunday 18 September 2011
"I'm not a businessman, I'm a business maaan"
So first of all, I have to give that title's credit to my friend, Hector. I have no clue who said it first, but he said it first to me, so he gets the shout out for making me laugh. I'm not even into business that much, but I realized that, indirectly, business is into me.
During elementary school, friends could be made so easily. You like blue? Me too. We're friends. You defend me from the boy trying to give me cooties. You're my hero. These days, friends are made selectively. That close intimate group of friends comprises of less than five people. Then there are friends of friends. Then come the friends who think you're they're friends, but you're not. You know what, chances are, they're pretending too. Let's call these associates.
Everyone in the business for themselves. In school, I cannot be friends with all 39 people in my class. Okay, I can, but not genuinely. I think subliminally, university and college has taught me to really watch the students around me. This is the generation I will be growing up with. One of the accounting students will be my accountant and control all my damn money. Some people in the human resources program may interview me for a job later on. I may need one of those engineering graduates to run the IT department in my future company.
Try to listen to people's dreams, their ambitions, their goals. The magic question to ask is "What can this person do for me?" It may seem cold-hearted or fake, but chances are these days that the other person is thinking the exact same thing about you.
During elementary school, friends could be made so easily. You like blue? Me too. We're friends. You defend me from the boy trying to give me cooties. You're my hero. These days, friends are made selectively. That close intimate group of friends comprises of less than five people. Then there are friends of friends. Then come the friends who think you're they're friends, but you're not. You know what, chances are, they're pretending too. Let's call these associates.
Everyone in the business for themselves. In school, I cannot be friends with all 39 people in my class. Okay, I can, but not genuinely. I think subliminally, university and college has taught me to really watch the students around me. This is the generation I will be growing up with. One of the accounting students will be my accountant and control all my damn money. Some people in the human resources program may interview me for a job later on. I may need one of those engineering graduates to run the IT department in my future company.
Try to listen to people's dreams, their ambitions, their goals. The magic question to ask is "What can this person do for me?" It may seem cold-hearted or fake, but chances are these days that the other person is thinking the exact same thing about you.
Friday 16 September 2011
Toronto Stock Exchange
It's hard for me to get into relationships. Scratch that. It's hard for me to even consider dating someone. Scratch that again. It's hard for me to consider talking to a guy more than once. I feel like the guy has to be worth my time and energy. The time to actually put his number in my phone and the energy to pick up the phone when he calls. I think that's fair. If I really gave EVERY guy who hit on me a chance, it would not be pretty. I'd end up dropping them eventually anyway.
Am I being judgmental if I decide within the first 10 seconds whether or not I will give them 10 more seconds? Probably, but I'm usually right. Do I have attitude in those first 10 seconds? Probably, but those who can get past that barrier have already passed the first wall. I'm not even trying to test guys or make them work super hard to get a chance with me. I'm just real. I'm genuine. I don't play games and I'm pretty blunt with why I chose not to waste the next 10 seconds talking to them. I love to debate and tell a guy exactly why I have decided to put my earphones back in and tune out.
So where does "Stock Exchange" come from? I've been treating guys like I live in the world of TSX. I feel like a rich famous banker who has loads of money to spend, but no one worth spending it on. My future client better come at me with a full portfolio of what he has. If he has potential, I'll drop some money in it. If he's worth a little more, I'll even take my shares out of some other clients and focus more on him. Maybe this sounds condescending. Maybe I'm holding a super high standard for men that cannot be attained. If so, I have no problem keeping all my money.
I believe guys should be like this too. I think they're a bit more frivolous with their money and choose to spend a little here and there, and everywhere that looks good. Then they come back broke and expect some kind of loan. I've been the loan officer. Then they get enough money to put back in shares and leave again, forgetting the loan officer. So guys should save their money like many girls do. When that top investment comes along, they'll have enough history in their portfolio and enough learned lessons and dreams to know what they want. That makes them confident, assured and determined to get what they want.
I'm not harsh. I'm not rude. I'm not bitter. I just refuse to get robbed.
Am I being judgmental if I decide within the first 10 seconds whether or not I will give them 10 more seconds? Probably, but I'm usually right. Do I have attitude in those first 10 seconds? Probably, but those who can get past that barrier have already passed the first wall. I'm not even trying to test guys or make them work super hard to get a chance with me. I'm just real. I'm genuine. I don't play games and I'm pretty blunt with why I chose not to waste the next 10 seconds talking to them. I love to debate and tell a guy exactly why I have decided to put my earphones back in and tune out.
So where does "Stock Exchange" come from? I've been treating guys like I live in the world of TSX. I feel like a rich famous banker who has loads of money to spend, but no one worth spending it on. My future client better come at me with a full portfolio of what he has. If he has potential, I'll drop some money in it. If he's worth a little more, I'll even take my shares out of some other clients and focus more on him. Maybe this sounds condescending. Maybe I'm holding a super high standard for men that cannot be attained. If so, I have no problem keeping all my money.
I believe guys should be like this too. I think they're a bit more frivolous with their money and choose to spend a little here and there, and everywhere that looks good. Then they come back broke and expect some kind of loan. I've been the loan officer. Then they get enough money to put back in shares and leave again, forgetting the loan officer. So guys should save their money like many girls do. When that top investment comes along, they'll have enough history in their portfolio and enough learned lessons and dreams to know what they want. That makes them confident, assured and determined to get what they want.
I'm not harsh. I'm not rude. I'm not bitter. I just refuse to get robbed.
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