Shame on you IKEA!

Shame on you IKEA! And no, I’m not talking about the furniture you allegedly manufactured at forced labor camps, or your alleged connections to Castro, or the allegedly horsemeat meatballs and wiener sausages (honestly I don’t even know what the fuss was about that. People who think there is a difference between eating a cow or…

Upright 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…

Is this a midlife crisis or am I just turning into a mermaid?

I’m not saying that no flags wave when a middle aged man suddenly takes up hair plugging, chest waxing and tribal tattoos. I’m not saying it isn’t disturbing when people start collecting child brides and cubs . I have acquaintances in their 50’s who say it makes them feel younger to date women in their…

Nina needs your help

I haven’t written in so long! Where have I been?!? So many places, mostly in my mind, but also in real life. I have so many things to be thankful for these days, so many  blessings and so many thoughts and  amazing experiences to share with you, from stand-up and improv to boob paninis and…

Canadians are not sorry

Canadians are not sorry. We say we are, but we’re not. And if you had supersonic hearing, you’d know that.     If you stopped to listen closely, after banging into one with your grocery cart at the supermarket, you’d hear that after the words “I’m sorry” are the words that show our true colours….

Kids are Jerks

In a good way though. For real, I admire them immensely. In fact I want to be them. I want to be 3 years old and here’s why: My daughter Julia answering the phone circa 1994, during a somewhat intense obsession with the animated movie Aladdin. *Ring Ring* “Yes Hello?” “Hello Julia, this is your…

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,…