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I don’t feel as passionately about this as I do say about abortion, but why on earth would I hand over all my personal information to any old store who asks? I always ask them why they need this information, and they usually say they don’t. 

So I’m glad to see this column called “Why does retail want my details?” It’s a question we should all ask.

Happy Canada Day! Families are heading up to Parliament Hill wearing red and white as I type this.

A fun item that might pertain to an activity some of you might do today.

I usually listen to the CBC in the car but I am sick of hearing about soccer, Israel and the oil spill. I don’t care about soccer, the coverage of Israel is superficial and one-sided and I don’t want to hear one more thing about BP until somebody admits that we need off-shore drilling to maintain our cheap-stuff addicted economy. Mark my words: we will feel sorry for the birds until the next gas price hike. Let’s see how quickly we cry for off-shore drilling when the litre of gas goes over $1.30 again. But I digress.

Have you listened to pop radio lately? The nice thing about pop radio is that it generally steers clear of too much talk and politics. A little bit of soccer maybe. Definitely no Israel and they may have mentioned the oil spill in passing… as in “Have you guys seen to cool pictures of the oil spill on Google earth???” Pop radio is also entertaining for the relationship snapshots also known as pop songs. Maybe I’m getting old (I’m on the downhill side of 35) but things ain’t what they used to be. When our grand-parents were young, they met, dated, fell in love, got engaged, married, had sex and finally had children. When our parents were young, they met, dated, fell in love, had sex, got engaged,  married and had children. When we were young (well, some of my peers are still “young” by that definition) we met, had sex, dated, got pregnant, fell in love, maybe had children, possibly got engaged and may or may not married. And I thought THAT was complicated. But my children, if this song by Down With Webster is any indication, will have sex, meet, date, get famous, and marry:

Two months ago I saw your face, two weeks ago I’m at your place, two days ago I had you by the waist, the next thing you know we hit the floor, two days from now you’ll be my chick, two weeks from now I’ll make you famous, two months from now you’ll be my Miss, and we’ll throw it down, like we do now.”

Girls, marrying only two months after he’s made you famous is Just. Too. Early.  That’s my relationship advice.  And speaking of hitting the floor with strangers, here is another piece of precious relationship advice, this one inspired by Katy Perry’s summer smash hit California Girls: Waiting to have sex until you are (a) old enough; and (b) in a committed relationship, ideally married, means that you will be able to do it in the comfort of your own home. Not in a public place with your shoes on. *Cringe*:

Sex on a beach
We get sand in our stilettos”

Is it me or in real life, walking the beach in stilettos would earn you more laughs than indecent proposals??

As anyone who reads this blog regularly will note, from time to time I post something of no value whatsoever. Today, on a rainy day in Ottawa, I post the song I am blasting while I clean. Save this house! I have put off cleaning for too long. Plus, I love the spirit of the west, and Spirit of the West. Good times.

Not to boast, but I have cool friends. One of them is a Vietnam vet (USMC) who lives in Southern California. He’s also a biker, with political opinions I would describe as most incorrect. (We get along just fine, me and him.)

Anyway. He’s about to embark on this really neat thing called Run for the Wall, in which bikers ride to Washington DC to honour the sacrifices and contributions of all military personnel. And like all bikers, he wears a vest full of patches. His newest one (right shoulder) says: “Where would you be if your parents believed in abortion?” I think it’s lovely. So off you go, Mark, and have a safe ride.

News you need:

Women with degrees are almost twice as likely to drink daily as those without, but they’re also more likely to admit they have a drinking problem, according to a new study. While the same link is seen among men, the correlation is less strong, the UK Telegraph reports. In the study, researchers from the London School of Economics tracked the lives of thousands of women and men, all born in the UK during the same week in 1970, and at the time aged 39. Women’s drinking habits can even be predicted from scores in school tests from as young as five, say the authors, who suggest several reasons: better-educated women tend to have children later, putting off the accompanying responsibilities. They also have more active social lives, and often work in male-dominated offices with a drinking culture. They might have grown up in middle-class families, and seen their parents drink regularly. The study found that women with some educational qualifications were 71 per cent more likely to drink on most days compared to women with none; women with degree-level qualifications were 86 per cent more likely to do so.

It’s true. Men are wimps.

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get me! Here we have a book review by PWPL’s own Rebecca Walberg in the National Post.

To this I would add that since going to the Spy Museum in Washington, DC I am also an expert. Funny, Rebecca did not interview me to write this piece.