By Jay Menard,
It’s out there. And burying my head — or any other protruding body part — in the sand isn’t going to make it go away. So instead of arguing against the proposed Liberal Health and Physical Education curriculum, perhaps we should spend more time thinking about how we, as parents, should support and reinforce it.
We can all say it’s a parent’s responsibility to educate his or her children about these issues — and I don’t disagree. Of course, not all parents are going to. And not all parents are able to. Continue reading
By Jay Menard
Instead of looking for nefarious motivations in life, perhaps we should spend a little more time seeing the world through the eyes of a kid. There’s a world of wonder, joy, magic, and mystery out there — but some adults are so far removed from their inner child that they seem to want nothing more than to squeeze the innocence out of those who are still in the throes of youth.
My daughter’s too old for the Elf on the Shelf. I’m not a huge fan of it, but not for the reason that seems to be gaining popularity — the idea that this elf is really a conduit for creating a subservient generation of brainwashed sheep for whom Big-Brother-esque surveillance and privacy invasion is not just accepted by welcome.
It’s an elf. On a shelf. Continue reading
By Jay Menard
There is a time and a place for everything. And though you may be married to the idea that a personal protest takes precedence, Remembrance Day is clearly not the time to wear white.
That said, everyone has the right to wear a white poppy — a symbol initially introduced in the 1920s by the No More War Movement in England. It’s now established as a pacifist alternative to the red poppy with the intent to disassociate from the military aspect of the red poppy recognition.
But just because you have the Right doesn’t make it right. Continue reading
By Jay Menard
Christmas seems to be offending more and more people just by its very existence. And the latest weapon conscripted into the battle is the honour of our veterans.
To that I say Bah Humbug and how dare you.
To start, I’m not religious, but I use the word Christmas. If that offends you, feel free to substitute the word X-Mas, Saturnalia, Yule, or whatever other term offends you the least. Continue reading
By Jay Menard
Why is it that we encourage everyone to experiment and seek out new boundaries — unless of course they’re putting pen to paper.
And why is that many of us for whom the written word is a passion are the worst offenders at stifling creativity and, well, being a pain in the ass.
Few people will look at a painting and say, “Yeah, I like it, but that colour in the corner is just wrong.” But there are those who will dismiss an entire argument because there’s a sentence that ends in a preposition. There are others who love nothing more than pointing out other people’s grammatical flaws.
That’s not cool or funny. It’s just obnoxious and counter-productive. Continue reading
By Jason Menard
Back when I was younger, the mixed tape was all the rage. It was your way to express your feelings through song, because you just couldn’t find the right words. I’m embarrassed to say in my past I may have given out a couple of them to certain people in my life.
Earlier today, in another spurt of time-killing and/or self-reflection, I started playing around with a song list on Grooveshark trying to define The Soundtrack of My Life. I asked others to share their songs, so I thought it only fair to put mine down in ‘print.’
Remember, these are not my favourite songs (though, some are), but rather songs that represent key moments in my life and/or songs that held a specific importance to myself and someone else.
It was fun. It was enlightening. And it mixed equal parts fromage and gravitas. Continue reading
By Jason Menard,
In today’s social-media dominated world, the opportunity to share ourselves is ever present. But volume of sharing does not necessarily equal substance.
For example, I’ve had a lot of changes over the past couple of years. Some of you may know about them; others don’t. You see, I write a lot, but I don’t share a lot.
The trivial, the odd, the fun? Sure. No problem. But the personal? The stuff below the surface? I don’t like opening myself up like that and it’s rare that I do. I used to use the excuse that I figured people wouldn’t care, but that’s only part of the truth.
The truth is is that it’s not you. It’s just me. Continue reading