Yaaas Queen ! And other reasons for you to hate me

I’m having a very hard time distinguishing where that very fine line between being sensitive to and perpetuating racism is. Where do you draw that line? I’m not being flippant, I’m asking real questions and I need real answers. I’ve always loved the name Diego. The name Diego is a Spanish baby name and I,…

United Citizen’s Brigade New York

Since I was a little teeny tiny person, I’ve had a dream. A dream that so many others have had and still have today. A dream so unattainable and cliche yet real. I dreamed of fame and fortune and funny. But I’m not famous, I have no fortune and, as it turns out, I’m not nearly…

Because I’m funnier than you (a public apology of sorts)

In 2003 I was co-producing a regular Burlesque show in Montreal called Diary Of A Lost Circus, with my very dear and long lost friend Domenic Castelli. Which isn’t to say that he is literally lost. At least I hope that he isn’t, because it would be incredibly insensitive of me to mention it on…

I AM FAKE NEWS!

It finally happened. Jo was quietly running through her morning routine; drinking coffee, scrolling away on her phone, stalking chicks on the right, bombarding me with questions I can’t possibly answer. “Are these actual people???” “Are people this stupid?” “Are these idiots for real??” If they’re idiots there’s not much validity to what they’re saying, and if…

Self Mutilation and other acts of domestic rebellion

“I miss cooking” she said. “You do all the cooking around here, I feel like I never cook” she said. “I never cook anymore. I’m going to start cooking again” she said. I didn’t mind planning the menu. I have been wanting to make vegan buffalo wings for years. I love making Nachos, and chilli, jalapeño poppers,…

It could be worse, it could be 2016

People are complaining about the cold and the wet and the snow and yuck and I get that. I really do. I don’t love any of those things, and I don’t like to be that annoying yeah but person but.. For those of you do (or  don’t) remember, last year on this very day, the…

Alcohol makes you better at sports; A somewhat loose translation

Something I noticed when I moved back to Montreal  years ago, was that Quebecers are so much more open and down to earth than Vancouverites. “What???”  You may be asking yourselves. Or me. You may be asking me. “Aren’t Montrealers are a bunch of chain-smoking, meat-eating, sexist, stinky, racist anti-hijab fear mongers!??” To which I…

If only Spin class were more like drunk angry sex…

 So here’s the thing. Last week I tried a spin class for the very first time in my life. I’m not going to lie. I didn’t really like it. So obviously, I went back and  I tried it again. And still… While I appreciate that spin class is an awesome low impact workout that will…

I Punched A Girl And I Liked It

After Boxing class last night, as I was about to drag my tired and sweaty body to the locker room to grab my stuff, the instructor called my name. “Jen! Don’t take off your wraps – come here!” I walked over to her expecting her to check to see if I’d been putting them (wraps)…