tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241237755232026202024-03-19T09:55:13.498-07:00Green Eggs and TamChristine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-87710944705010393802012-06-08T11:21:00.003-07:002012-12-04T13:25:03.288-08:00Guide to Getting Naked <i>Originally Published in Hush magazine (The Naked Issue)</i><br />
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Getting naked is somewhat of a popular activity. Skinny-dipping, getting massages and of course, having sex—are all done in the buff. Judging by edgy, over-exposed American Apparel ads and the popularity of Victoria's Secret fashion shows, getting naked has a reputation for being cool. That's fine. What isn't cool , however, is seeing your naked antics embarrassingly splayed all over
YouTube, Facebook and Twitter. Because of the technological candy store
we live in, what once was just an innocent game of strip poker, now has
the power to ruin relationships, reputations and careers. Another politician/actress/professional athlete
doesn’t have to accidentally tweet a naked picture of themselves for us to
know that technology and nudity do not always mix. Here are some practical tips on
how to get naked, without getting busted.<br />
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<b>Practice safe sext</b><br />
If we’ve learned anything from professional athletes, it’s
that you should always delete your text messages. Thankfully, for those
of us who need a little technological assistance, there are iPhone
applications that automatically deletes messages after
they’ve been read. But even if you cover your tracks, there is no
guarantee that the recipient of your illicit messages or photos will be
so discreet. Just remember that the flirtatious snap of you in your
leopard print bra that you think is totally irresistible at 3 a.m.,
rarely ends up being seen by just the object of your textual affection.
If you are going to sext, do it with someone you moderately trust and
before last call at the bar.<br />
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<b>Act like a porn star, don’t become one </b><br />
Smartphones are wonderful things. They are a phone, camera and BFF
all in one compact case. The video quality on an iPhone is now so good,
every proud owner has at some point considered making an amateur sex
tape. The glaring problem with this is that when you’re in love, making a
sexy video is totally fun and hot. Lucky for you, hindsight is 20/20,
and Paris Hilton and almost every single one of the Kardashians have
already made this mistake for you. Before you click record, just think
about how you’ll feel when you and your honey inevitably break-up and
your once steamy sex vid is going viral on tumblr with a nasty caption
from your Spielberg-wannabe ex. If that ever happened, you’d probably be
wishing for a time machine, and we’re pretty sure there isn’t an app
for that.<br />
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<b>Just say no to commando</b><br />
Women's magazines are constantly advising that going commando is a
really sexy and edgy way to spice things up. It sounds fun in theory,
but anyone who has ever tried to coordinate maneuvering in and out of a
taxi without flashing her vagina to half of Yaletown (while also
ensuring that her backside doesn't touch the seat) knows that this is
much trickier than it looks. Please do the taxi drivers of Vancouver,
and everyone who takes your taxi after you, a favour and wear underwear
when you go out. The last thing you want is for Britney
Spears-esque crotch shots to end up on the gossip blogs. While you may
not have paparazzi following you around, you never know when someone
will go camera happy on your ass…literally.<br />
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<b>Wax off, not on</b><br />
Going
naked down there is a surefire way to not only improve your sex life but
improve your sext life as well. However, some spas will offer to wax
you in shapes or, worse, vagazzle you, which is the horrifying process
of bedazzling your…you guessed it. Just be warned that having everything
waxed off is physically painful enough without having to experience the
emotional pain of having sequins glued onto your genitals. Believe us
when we say that when you are hooking up with someone, the last thing
you want them thinking is “OMG Christian Audigier just exploded onto her
vagina.” Just keep it simple.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-27218937349110942152012-06-07T16:20:00.001-07:002012-06-08T10:59:47.301-07:00Sailpast Iconoclast<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">The tradition of
opening day and sailpast at the Royal Vancouver Yacht Club was a complete
mystery to me when I became a member a couple of years ago. However, being
eager to immerse myself in boating culture, last year I accepted my first
invitation to join in the annual event. I was instructed to wear white pants, a
white shirt and a navy blue blazer, but was told to “just wear something
nautical” if I didn’t have those things. </span></div>
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emphasize that I <i>do</i> have those things, but misreading the seriousness of the
instructions, I opted for a white striped dress, a navy sweater and jacket. It
should also be noted that it was pouring rain, cold and stormy even though it
was May. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">When I arrived
at the club that morning my jaw almost dropped to the floor. Literally every
single person was wearing the entire outfit of white pants, white shirt and
navy blazer. Even <i>babies</i> were wearing it. As I slinked shamefully to the docks,
a couple of dogs galloped by me in sailor suits, surely judging my outfit in
their little terrier minds. If that wasn’t bad enough, I even made the horrifying mistake of
wearing a captain’s hat inside the clubhouse where, upon arrival, someone
politely took me aside and whispered, “Punishment for wearing a captain’s hat
inside the pub is buying every person in here a beer.” So much for tradition! I
hastily took the hat off and thoroughly enjoyed the event despite committing
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<span style="font-size: small;">After learning
these hard lessons in nautical etiquette, I was over prepared for this year. My
blazer was pressed, my Sperrys were sparkling, we even had matching tams for
all the girls. Champagne bottle in hand, I walked confidently down the docks
with all my other uniformed sailpasters to Miller Time, a boat my friend’s
family had just purchased. Once on board there was even more to celebrate, as
this would be the boat’s inaugural cruise, other than sea trials. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">We ran through a
dress rehearsal of the sailpast ritual a couple times, lined up shortest to
tallest with the shortest at the bow. It was very official. All we had to do
was step left to right, hands moving from behind your back to your sides, then
back again. No saluting and no smiling. Just kidding, smiling was allowed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The weather this
year was perfect. There was not a cloud in the sky and the wind was blowing as
we set out with hundreds of other boats to take part in sailpast. We sailed
around in the glorious sunshine for about an hour, preparing for our big moment
and enjoying being out on the water dressed in matching uniforms. </span></div>
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came for us to sail past the Commodore, everyone was nervous and excited. We
lined up on the starboard side, which was slightly more difficult while not
tied to the dock (and after a glass or two of champagne) and when the skipper
yelled, “Ship’s company attention!” we stepped into position, hands at our
sides. Everyone that is, except me. I chose that exact moment to lose my
balance and lurch forward. I quickly composed myself and managed to get in
position without (I hoped) being noticed by the Commodore, or worse, the
skipper of Miller Time, who in no uncertain terms gruffly instructed us, “We
are in it to win it this year!” He had even made cuts just before the crucial
moment, sending anyone without perfect uniforms to hide shamefully in the
cabin. Everything, except for my stumble, went off without a hitch and we all
cheered and it was over. It was time to head back to the dock. </span><br />
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skipper went to start the engine, there was a terrible sound of silence.
Springing into action, a couple of the more experienced sailors took off their
blazers, and ignoring their pristine whites, wedged their bodies into the
engine room to see what the problem was. One by one they tried everything. Nothing
worked. It became clear the engine was not going to start and we were faced
with two options. </span></div>
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which option would be less embarrassing—being towed into our slip with every
single yacht club member watching from their boats, the balcony and the dock,
or attempt to dock under sail (where a failed attempt could be disastrous).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Not being a
cowardly bunch, and confident in our sailing skills, we decided on the latter
and made our way to the docks wide-eyed and ready for anything. We spotted a
slip that was in a good position to sail into and aimed straight for it (and
for a quiet group of five immaculately uniformed yachty types sipping white
wine from fine crystal on their yacht.) </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As we explained
(shouted) our situation to them they grew increasingly worried we were going to
hit them and leaped into action to push us off should we, in fact, actually hit
them. Everything was going well until it became clear we were not headed
straight into the slip, we were headed straight for the boat beside it. Words
started to go from friendly to slightly less so, but thankfully our crew was poised
on the bow ready to act as human fenders if need be. With some handy human
fendering we avoided the other boat and were guided into the slip and out of
calamity’s way. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">After the stress
of all that drama, we toasted our sailpast success and a relatively smooth
docking under sail experience. Our moods were even cheerier a couple hours
later when “word on the docks” was that Miller Time had won the over 40-foot
category. We were elated! (And I was relieved my mishap hadn’t cost us the
win). Afterwards, we celebrated the start of cruising season with a party on
the docks in the sunshine. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I have learned a
lot in my last two—and only—opening day experiences. For instance, always make
sure you and your pets are immaculately dressed, and always make sure your engine
is running perfectly. My goals for next year are to not fall over during the
crucial moment and hopefully not almost hit any other boats. For now though, it’s
“Ship’s company at ease” until the next opening day.</span></div>
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Break-ups are hard. There isn't enough Ativan or red wine (don't combine) in the world to mend all the broken hearts out there. What makes break-ups even harder is when they're done with the delicacy of a rhinoceros. Not to sound all self-helpy (although I am known to frequent the Chapter's Self Help section—without a large hat and sunglasses I might add), but whether you're the one leaving or the one being left, both parties are just trying to do the best they can, with the terrible communication skills they're currently equipped with. And some people are much worse communicators than others. Here are four common break-up tactics to watch out for.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1) The botched cliche</b></span><br />
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We've all used a break-up cliche at one point or another. Ostensibly, the purpose of the break-up cliche is to soften the blow of what you're saying by thinly veiling it in a lame analogy. The classic "it's not you it's me" is a prime example of this diversion technique. If you're ever fed this line there is only one thing you need to take away from it: it's 100% you.<br />
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Occasionally people will botch break-up cliches. Because breaking up with someone by text or online chat is becoming increasingly desirable and acceptable, botched cliches have increased significantly.<br />
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Classics from my gchat archive include (but are not limited to):<br />
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Him: It's a two-way streak<br />
Me: Lol. No...but it is a two-way street sometimes, unless it's a one-way.<br />
Him: What?<br />
Me: This is for the best <br />
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Him: Let's just take things year by year<br />
Me: What do you mean by that?<br />
Him: Like if I run into you when we're out...whatever happens happens<br />
Me: Lol. How about we play it by ear!!!<br />
Him: Huh?<br />
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Him: I really got placed under the bus here<br />
Me: Just very gently placed under a bus...ya. Thank god you didn't get thrown! <br />
Him: I think we need to gear down<br />
Me: Haha. Like pump the brakes?<br />
Him: Let the engine cool for a bit<br />
Me: I totally understand <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2) The friendly phase-out</b></span><br />
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The friendly phase-out is popular with people who want to end things while preserving the option to possibly hit that again. You'll never have a dramatic conversation about feelings filled with tears and bargaining tactics. Likely one of you will stop responding to texts with sentences and start using emoticons and one word answers like "yikes!" and "ha." Eventually this becomes dissatisfying and you will move on. It's a pretty painless way to part ways, although one of the most annoying.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>3) The Facebook feed notification</b></span><br />
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This move is popular when one of you has done something bad such as cheating or stealing. You don't even tell the person you're breaking up with them, simply change your Facebook relationship status.<br />
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There are two major pros of using this technique:<br />
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a) It's really amusing for your friends and even funnier when they all Like the status.<br />
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b) The person will be so pissed off that you probably won't even have to put all their shit in a box and leave it dramatically on their doorstep. There will be no emotional blackmailing where one of you threatens to de-friend the other on Facebook. Both of you just move on. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>4) Moving to another country</b></span><br />
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This happens way more than you think. Maybe they got a sweet job in Afghanistan or it's "always been their dream to study rock formations in New Zealand." Rest assured, when your honey starts getting malaria shots and tells you they just can't give up this opportunity to live in North Korea for a year don't fool yourself into thinking you're going to have a long distance relationship. If they're moving to another continent to get away from you, it's over babe.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-32806444572331048252010-12-16T00:25:00.009-08:002012-06-08T12:04:04.808-07:00How To Pick Up Hot Guys<div style="text-align: center;">
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There are a couple of reasons why I don't read women's magazines. The main reason is because for my eighth birthday my mother bought me a subscription to Seventeen magazine. A simple math equation (in this case 17-8) can easily determine that I wasn't supposed to be reading about whatever was being discussed in the Sex and Body column during the early 90s for roughly another nine years. Bad parenting aside, I somehow survived my freakishly informed childhood and have been having moderately dysfunctional relationships ever since. <br />
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Women's magazines are also stuffed with really dumb dating tips and even dumber articles such as <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/fashion/sexy-side-cleavage">Is Side Boob the New Cleavage</a>. From someone who genuinely liked the movie Charlie St. Cloud, the fact that I find this pretty insulting is a serious issue. <br />
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For the purpose of research for this blog I was scouring Cosmo and came across a great example of misleading dating advice titled <i>How to Pick Up Hot Guys</i>. While my usual 'wear a tank top and smirk a lot' usually never fails, I decided to try out Cosmo's tips in real life for the sake of science and report back to you, my devoted readers, who would have perfect lives if ONLY they knew how to pick up hot guys. For the experiment, I followed <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/become-a-legendary-flirt">these instructions </a>step by step and word for word.<br />
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<b>1. Check out a cutie on the subway for two seconds, look away, then glance back at him through lowered lashes. </b><br />
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First of all, finding a cutie on the subway is harder than it sounds. Cute guys worth knowing have cars, not bus passes. Nevertheless, I set out on the Canada Line (obviously not paying the honour system fare) and looked for a cutie. I finally spotted my cutie after stopping at Broadway and Cambie; a 30 something man of average height with glasses who was wearing a Canucks jersey (I swear this was the cutest I could find). The next part was easy, I checked him out for two seconds and then looked away. Totally nailed it. The next part was much trickier. Please take a moment and try to glance away from your computer screen 'through lowered lashes'. Not only does it feel creepy and retarded, it looks even worse than it feels. If you've ever wondered what Queen Latifah feels like when she gets something caught in her eye, definitely try this move. <br />
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<b>2. Sitting in a room full of guys? Turn sideways in your chair, cross your legs, arch your back, and run your fingers through your hair.</b><br />
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Well I don't know about you but I'm constantly sitting in a room full of guys. Always in fact. However, because there was a Canucks game on, later that night I did just happen to find myself sitting in a room full of guys and I was pumped to try this one out. During intermission I slowly tried it. I even threw in a Queen Latifah look through lowered lashes to go with it. I probably did this move about 35 times throughout the night and the only person who noticed was the waitress who asked me if I needed another drink. Fail number two. <br />
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<b>3. "Trip," fall against a man's chest, and say "Damn, your pecs are so hard, I felt like I was falling into a wall." </b><br />
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Knowing full well that being clumsy isn't exactly a turn on, I picked the guy with the hardest looking chest in the room and pretended to trip so that I 'inadvertently' ended up rubbing his pecs. If my life was a romantic comedy, which I can assure you it's not, this would end up with Matthew Mcconaughey taking me out for lobster. Instead I ended up feeling like a complete idiot while some jock condescendingly asked me if I had had too much to drink. Next. <br />
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<b>3. Get the indie-music guy hanging near the jukebox to help you pick out a song.</b><br />
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There's one glaring problem with this little dating tip. When was the last time you saw a jukebox? Was it when you were at Fogg N' Suds 12 years ago? Because that's the last time I saw one. Moving along. <br />
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<b>4. Ask the motorcycle dude next to you to tell the story behind his "awesome" tattoo.</b><br />
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Let's be clear on one thing. Motorcycle dudes are not awesome and neither are their tattoos. Two out of three motorcycle dudes I've been out with in my life have had barbed wire tattoos. One out of the three almost died after being in a horrible motorcycle accident. For personal reasons, I skipped this one.<br />
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<b>5. Walk up to that Taylor Lautner look-alike standing alone at a party, give him a playful smile, and say, "I heard there would be tons of cute guys here. So far, I've only seen one."</b><br />
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Most parties I go to are stacked to the brim with Taylor Lautner look-alikes. For me, the real problem is finding a guy who doesn't look like Taylor Lautner. And they're always standing alone. It's...like... really weird. Oddly, maybe it was the full moon but the party I was at wasn't boasting any babes with biceps who also turn into werewolves. Despite feeling slightly discouraged I spotted a guy who looked a bit like a short Chad Michael Murray and went in for the kill with my most playful smile. I am ashamed to say that this lame line actually worked. He laughed and I blushed. It was like a scene from Can't Hardly Wait. I felt much less like Queen Latifah and more like Jennifer Love Hewitt. While sparks didn't fly, it did start a conversation. Things were looking up.<br />
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<b>6. Hit up a sports bar, and ask the guy sitting beside you what his favorite team is so you'll "know who to root for."</b><br />
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Warning: This only works if you're traveling or watching football on Sundays. Don't ever ask a guy who to root for if you're watching a hockey game in your home town, unless you want him to never talk to you again. On a Sunday, because there are multiple football games being played (and Canada doesn't have an NFL team) it's totally acceptable to ask the guy sitting beside you who he's cheering for. After he answers all you have to say is 'what's the spread?' followed by "do you think they'll cover?" and he'll be really impressed.<br />
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<b>7. Ask the hot Best Buy salesman to help you pick the perfect birthday present for your guy friend since he's a "sexy tech genius, like you."</b><br />
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After reading this my first instinct was to write a scathing and sarcastic response about how no-one who works at Best Buy is hot. But because I'm a big fan of the TV show Chuck, I decided to go down there and see for myself. The uniform definitely leaves a little to be desired but I was trying not to be superficial so I pressed on. If you like pale, apathetic guys, Best Buy is a great place to pick someone up. I eventually found the target: a tall, East Indian sexy genius named Pinder. He had a nice smile and seemed bored. I asked him to find the perfect birthday present for my friend who was a 'sexy tech genius, like you'. Pinder was obviously horrified. He looked around fervently for a supervisor before regaining composure and recommending an E-Reader. When I asked him which E-Reader was best for reading erotica he politely excused himself.<br />
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<b>8. Step off the dance floor and quickly adjust one of your thigh-high stockings. Uh-oh, did that hottie sitting a few feet away catch you?</b><br />
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I was worried that if I tried this, I might be approached in a 'how much' sort of way. But I was too curious to resist and had some thigh-highs left over from a slutty back up Halloween costume I ditched in order to wear a full-body monkey suit. I made my way to The Roxy and hit the D-floor. Uh-oh, I'm happy to say that the 'hottie' sitting a few feet away (aka the overweight 37 year old with a severe speech impediment) definitely did catch me. He even offered to buy me a round of the Corona/tequila shot for ten bucks deal they offer every Sunday... so, I got to feel pretty good about myself.<br />
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Like catching a fish, getting to the destination is not easy and some people might even say it's a lot of effort simply to row around a lake (sometimes in the freezing cold) hoping to catch one or two trout. But any good angler knows that fishing is about much more than knowing how to tie a fly and drink a beer while smoking a cigarette <i>and </i>rowing. In fact, there are many life lessons to be learned from fishing.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1) The early bird catches the worm</b></span><br />
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This old fishing saying is actually not always true -- in fishing or in life. At Fish Camp I'm usually too busy putting Baileys in my coffee and hovering around the bacon to get out on the water before 11 a.m. anyways. People tend to subscribe to the idea that if they're not first out there, they're going to miss out. This is where competitiveness and jealousy stems from and should be avoided at all costs. Anything you want in life, be it a 15 inch trout, a job, a hot babe or a million dollars will still be there after you have brushed your fucking teeth. So chill out.<br />
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The early bird may or may not catch the worm but the impatient fool will never catch anything. Fishing is not an edge of your seat activity. It can take hours of rowing around in a boat until you get a bite. For this reason, patience (and beer) are pretty necessary. My parents always told me that patience is a virtue and that may be the only thing they were ever right about.<br />
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Everyone knows that the anticipation of getting something is better than actually getting it. That is why men will go traipse around the woods unshowered for days, sleep in smelly tents, eat canned beans and make strange animal calling noises in the insane ritual called hunting that they enjoy so much. The anticipation of chasing and killing a wild animal is far more satisfactory than eating the delicious venison roast you have to subsequently prepare for your gloating (and hopefully now showered) boyfriend. So while the only action you may have for hours is a piece of lake kelp getting caught on your fly, keep in mind that fishing is a journey and not a destination and remember to enjoy every moment of it.<br />
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Sometimes you will catch a fish. This feeling is very similar to falling in love. Endorphins pump through your body. You feel light-headed. Your face is resting somewhere between looking really fucking happy and absolutely terrified. Your first instinct is to reel that fish in as fast as you can, throw a net over it, drag it into your open arms and bonk it as hard as you possibly can. In fishing and even more so in love -- this is not advisable.<br />
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Sometimes when you get a bite the best thing to do is to giv'er some line and let the fish swim for a bit. This gives it some time to swim normally, thinking it's still free and independent and gives you time to sink your hook even deeper into its flesh, thereby ensuring that once you do start reeling it in, you won't lose it. This is an especially good strategy if the fish is proving to be a fighter. If it's pulling at the line, let it go or you'll both end up in some deep water.<br />
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Once you've successfully reeled in your fish it will be flopping around the floor of your boat thinking its life is over. It's normal to feel completely conflicted at this stage. It's hard to know if every fish is a keeper or not. In this case, size definitely matters. If it's a big one, you're going to have to bonk it. If it's a small or medium sized fish that you have mixed feelings about, you may want to consider the heartwarming ritual of catch and release. This ritual is good for both parties; the fish gets to go back into the pond and live its life free and clear and you get the satisfaction of feeling like you haven't forced it to endure torture and eventual filleting.<br />
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Bonking is a little bit more complicated and an aggressive approach is encouraged. Women tend to want to bonk less than men. It can be pretty messy so come prepared with some safety gloves and goggles. In the end, you just have to really go for it and give it your all. A couple gentle taps on the head really isn't going to do here, so don't be shy and experiment with different techniques depending on the fish.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">6) There are many fish in the sea</span></b><br />
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Although at times it may not seem like it, there are in fact, many fish in any given pond, lake or ocean. If you're not catching any it could be because of the time of year, your boat, your approach, or the size and shape of your rod. Always bear in mind the image you're portraying to the fish. Is your fly too bright and flashy? Are you using a floating line when you should be using a sinker? Are your friends in the boat too loud and obnoxious?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>7) You must lose a fly to catch a trout</b></span><br />
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In fishing and in life you never get something for nothing. Every angler knows that when you take something from the water, the water usually takes something from you in return. Sometimes it's your flip flop, your fishing knife or your hat but occasionally it will be a possession more serious such as your dignity or your portable Bose speakers. On the other hand, when something great comes into your life (such as a delicious trout) you usually have to give up something smaller in order to attain it (the fly). That's just how the universe works. It's the same reasoning behind fasting, lent and when your friends tell you to dump the guy who is wasting your time. Especially with the new year fast approaching, make some room for your big catch and always remember -- be careful what you fish for!Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-84278230857376648742010-10-12T12:32:00.038-07:002012-12-24T22:02:00.702-08:00The 20 guys you'll date in your 20s<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBHFUNBbGyR3HyRP6ehU_rcnJdJBI2cqlFzKt1kS3HRAe3k9c2JT4jFRy9Rf9YLp2QdscIzT3Vug9y0UlEibnKueCAqw1T6_TlVGEnCKizjEV71rqXPePgOqohcj2mg2f4uFW7gP_zcU/s1600/ralph-lauren-rugby.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527251232844293794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiBHFUNBbGyR3HyRP6ehU_rcnJdJBI2cqlFzKt1kS3HRAe3k9c2JT4jFRy9Rf9YLp2QdscIzT3Vug9y0UlEibnKueCAqw1T6_TlVGEnCKizjEV71rqXPePgOqohcj2mg2f4uFW7gP_zcU/s400/ralph-lauren-rugby.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
Dating in your 20s is a wonderful learning experience during which you get to meet, dine with and possibly date a wide variety of interesting and wonderful men. If you haven't, it's because you've settled for your university sweetheart, no offense. Because we've all seen Sex and the City seasons 1-6 over 85 times and He's Just Not That Into You just isn't a philosophy we subscribe to, we've come up with an extensive guide to dating in your 20s. At the risk of alienating every guy we've ever dated, we present to you our list of the 20 guys you'll date in your 20s and what to expect. Enjoy.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Artist</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> Just face it—he smells. He wants to spend long periods of time eye-gazing and talking about feelings. He’s broke. He uses words like "transcendence" and "caveat." He has a legitimate excuse to hang out around naked women all day. His idea of a suit is a corduroy blazer. He listens to really depressing music, although if you like Bon Iver and/or songs about suicide and abortion, I guess this is a pro. </div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice:</span> The nude photo shoot you thought was a good idea when you were 19, RARELY IS. Five to seven years later when he sends you a 16 x 40 collage of your breasts, you’ll know what I mean.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnvlOXNZJiJMscuWoCJeoysPKm5rqWS6_6rwEt7drHbAwjlnnsguTpCIipIFmrH9lFIpdHdDR2pWWEFri2SLfzysIQZ8EuPtda_hLPtqruubulTpc8eIq-TRLCmaLn1uV8bcnTIaM_y0/s1600/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527249948335977106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnvlOXNZJiJMscuWoCJeoysPKm5rqWS6_6rwEt7drHbAwjlnnsguTpCIipIFmrH9lFIpdHdDR2pWWEFri2SLfzysIQZ8EuPtda_hLPtqruubulTpc8eIq-TRLCmaLn1uV8bcnTIaM_y0/s400/McDreamy-vs-McSteamy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 259px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Doctors are extremely tempting to date because on top of being able to prescribe any medication you want, they’ll do adorable things like check your pulse when you’re making out and they really do understand a woman’s anatomy. They are also very interesting to talk to, make a good living and tend to be borderline alcoholics, which means you get to drink the expensive wine, and a lot of it.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> Doctors are nerds. Don’t be fooled by the rich, handsome doctor appeal, this is the exact same four-eyes science geek whose chemistry homework you copied in high school. He thinks that liking the Red Hot Chili Peppers makes him cool. He can be boring and too pragmatic and even if he tells you otherwise, he has absolutely looked up your provincial medical file before the second date.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Hipster</span></div>
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You’ll be drawn to the Hipster because of his sweet vintage boat shoes, great taste in music no-one has ever heard of and wacky (fake) glasses. His pretentious attitude will make you feel like you’re the only person in the world he can stand and this will make you feel superior, fleetingly.<br />
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Once the PBR buzz wears off you’ll realize you’re sitting in a really shitty bar with no windows, drinking the cheapest beer, surrounded by 30 people who are all wearing the same fucking plaid shirt and stupid glasses, talking about ways to like Sufjan Stevens even though he’s religious, and comparing "no I hated art school more" stories.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">How to dump him: </span>Tell him you like the Katy Perry's music. A lot. Which, lets face it, you do.<br />
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The '"lucky in cards, unlucky in love” adage is painfully true, so there’s really no upside here. Dating these guys is an emotional roller-coaster that goes up and down with the spreads on wagerline.com. Their idea of a romantic night in is having you over to watch World Series of Poker until 2 a.m. Over-under on this relationship is about four dates.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Best case scenario:</span> The guy takes you to Vegas or Atlantic City where he ignores you to play craps (the “best odds”) for literally HOURS ON END while you drink the free watered down vodka sodas a woman in a metallic bustier and nude tights brings you every time you get close to seeing the bottom of your glass. The best way to get through this is to get gifted a few hundo in chips and try your luck at the poker table. You may wind up getting really fucking good at poker, which will emasculate him in the short term but payout eventually when you dominate poker nights with other guys at future charity events.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Worst-case scenario:</span> This guy will be addicted to online sports betting and bet on everything from horses to hockey to baseball to European futbol. The mood of your dates will be 100 percent determined by his balance on bodog.com, which fluctuates constantly while he indiscreetly checks scores on his iPhone throughout the entire meal. Risks he is not prepared to take include going “all in” on one woman so you can be sure he’s hedged his bets with some sure things on the side.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice: </span>Never turn down an opportunity to go to the horse races, betting is pretty fun when you don't have a debilitating gambling addiction, but cash in while you’re up, the house always wins.<br />
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There is little-to-no way around the fact that this is a one-night stand. Depending on how famous he is, this can be a real thrill and once your hangover wears off, your ego will be soaring. If for some reason you manage to actually date a lead singer, keep in mind that "LSB" also refers to the extreme narcissism personality disorder associated with all such individuals and extreme caution (read: condoms) should be used at all times.<br />
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He also doesn't believe in sheets, and when you sleepover (only known as "crashing" from now on) his roomate/bassplayer will steal money from you to buy heroin. He will have a pretty disturbing pectoral tattoo. At some point he will lose interest as quickly as he became obsessed with you and stop returning your calls. This may also be because he was too broke to pay his phone bills so don't take it personally.<span style="font-size: 130%;"><br />
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The same goes for all aspects of his life. Sometimes he's up and sometimes he's down. This constant teeter totter means that he can be spontaneous and a little all over the place. So don’t think when your honey shows up with a new Ducati after a normal Friday that he’s been saving up for that for months. In reality, he just closed a deal and got a monster commission. It doesn’t need to be said that he's impulsive and willing to spend a lot of money to prove it. If you like excitement, the Real Estate Guy is a great call. On top of being charming and fun, he is charismatic, has a winning smile (as evidenced on his cheesy business cards and bus stop advertisements), and knows all the good restaurants in town.<br />
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On the downside, he has slept with most of the waitresses at Cactus Club, so unless you are one, you might want to consider how much you love the Bandara Salad before going out with him. And, of course, when you break up you have to deal with seeing his fucking name plastered outside every vacant property in the city.<br />
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Because in business he has to have more than one property on the go at all times, he's transferred this philosophy to dating and he will always have a couple girls on the back burner that he's negotiating deals with. For both reasons, he's addicted to his Blackberry. Even if Megan Fox was in his living room holding a suitcase full of cash telling him that Bill Simmons is in the other room talking to God himself, he would not give it up. And it’s password protected, just like his computer, and the password is I AM AFRAID OF COMMITMENT.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Young Guy</span></div>
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The Young Guy is adorably unaware of the typical emotional witholding we have become accustomed to and later realize is actually a good thing when he texts you short essays on his feelings/your lack of feelings five plus times per day.<br />
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What the Young Guy boasts in terms of sexual vigor and enthusiasm he lacks in experience, so be prepared for a lot of female anatomy lessons in the bedroom. Because of his endearingly earnest adoration you will overlook redflags such as making you a painting entitled "Diagonal Sunset with Black Roses" or having a giant back tattoo of a coiled boa constrictor which upon first incredulous glimpse you will utter, for the first time in your entire life, the phrase: "please be back hair."<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Old Guy</span></div>
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You don't have to "wish" for backhair here since that is pretty much guaranteed. In much the same way that the under 22s were off limits, eventually you will also open up your "heart" to the Old Guy. In contrast to Young Guy, these men are very low maintenance because they've seen it all before/are probably dating three other twenty somethings in addition to having kids and an ex wife. <br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pros: </span>He is pretty interesting, the shocked looks on restaurant patrons make you feel young and rebellious again, you get to wake up in posh hotels and order room service in the morning or if you stay at his place, his maid makes you eggs and discretely folds the lingerie you left strewn on the steps on the way in. So you get to feel pretty dignified.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> Viagra is no longer a recreational part of your life anymore but rather a nightly necessity. He's had a vasectomy so if you were to get serious your only chance of procreating are the preserved sperm popsicles in the back of the freezer.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Surfer Dude</span></div>
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Also known as the Unemployed Guy, this guy is tanned, buff and is suuuuuuuper chiiiill bro! You will date him because all those pop ups make for the abs of a male Adonis; he's into yoga, Wes Anderson movies, Jack Johnson and thinks peanut butter banana burritos are an appropriate dinner food. Obviously he is always stoned.<br />
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Hanging out with him is similar to taking an Ativan. His presence is calming and he will make you feel good about yourself. You feel like you can confide in him because he’s a good listener. Did I mention he’s tanned?<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> He’s not a good listener, he’s just really really really dumb. By the age of 30 his tan has turned into skin cancer and he has lots of gross wrinkles. You’ll have to put up with him going to Cooooosta twice a year and when he’s not in Coooooosta he’s talking about how amazing Cooooosta is.<br />
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The promises of "teaching you to surf" where you envisioned a Blue Crush-esque scenario involving Michelle Rodriguez and a dog on a surfboard, will actually consist of you getting slammed by waves until you wash up on the shore two miles away from your bikini top. He will abandon you every time it's double overhead so be ready to spend the day trying to discretely get sand out of your vagina whilst trying to look like a seductive siren tempting him ashore.<br />
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You will also see fluids come out of neat places, like when he casually pees in front of you at the beach and it comes out of the ankle of his wetsuit, and in bed when latent seawater leaks from his sinuses onto the sheets in the middle of the night. FYI you'll spend a fortune on fake tanning to match his year-round glow.<br />
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How to dump him: Next time he goes to Tofino to spend eight hours wearing a hooded wetsuit to catch one or two waves in the freezing fucking rain and eat whole wheat vegetarian pizza after, throw on your Canucks jersey and head to a sports bar, where you’ll meet The Former Jock Now Sports Fan.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Former Jock Now Sports Fan</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1Jbhs20vhLYiAKN1JesSttp0AUz01nHm2np4jLHOAkuoOEahC-51m5_YRCACR5e3nqWJq2TJ4fQiKqlqaOEZI5m3b9JVHI7PPcOmCgSYJ9tSgl1BNzAaarfPKPaj2oxecaZhvty7cGc/s1600/american-apparel-canada-shirt.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527247533731078514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1Jbhs20vhLYiAKN1JesSttp0AUz01nHm2np4jLHOAkuoOEahC-51m5_YRCACR5e3nqWJq2TJ4fQiKqlqaOEZI5m3b9JVHI7PPcOmCgSYJ9tSgl1BNzAaarfPKPaj2oxecaZhvty7cGc/s400/american-apparel-canada-shirt.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 250px;" /></a>The Former Jock Now Sports Fan is easy to spot. Maybe he’s busted both his ears playing rugby, has a telltale wacky nose from playing intramural hockey, or just has a great body. In short, any guy who is at least six feet tall and is rocking a busted face or is wearing a (duh!) jersey are all good signs you’ve found the Former Jock Now Sports Fan.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pros: </span>If you like watching sports then you’ll always have someone to watch the games with. He is an encyclopedia of sports knowledge and you can learn a lot from him and then use his lines/opinions to impress other guys. In extremely rare cases you might find one that has seasons hockey tickets, although if this ever happens, chances are he’s the dreaded Spoiled Trust Fund Guy and that’s a whole other story.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> You have to watch sports every single god damn night. He doesn’t drink wine. Sometimes he’s a bit out to lunch and you can’t quite place why—it’s because he has had at least three concussions and has subsequent brain damage. He not-so-secretly wants to marry an athletic woman so that his kids will be good at sports. He genuinely loves hot wings.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Spoiled Trust Fund Guy</span></span></div>
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You met him at a charity event. He has 17 pastel polo shirts. His teeth are sparkling white. He plays golf in sweater vests. He went to private school then did four to five degrees because his parents could afford it and he hated the idea of giving up spending summers abroad. His mother drinks more chardonnay than you do. He has a tennis court in his backyard, a stable and a pool. At first you think you’ve hit the jackpot.<br />
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After the initial couple yacht rides wear off, you’ll realize this guy still lives in his parents basement, country club food sucks and you’re dating a conservative prick who hunts and thinks that reading The Economist makes up for the fact that he doesn’t have a job. While at one of his various summer homes you’ll inevitably realize no amount of gin, monogrammed towels or the good cheese can make up for the fact that you’re dating a spoiled little brat with no real direction in life.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Finance Guy</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HDUTvayOD7IL655I8tk80lC7_gDp242Ub4-zdOJ1H2j371VPzNzkgnTs24KlR3cqPK2QS5sn45QJxXU1TP1fzjUTz91Q9WDT5T1j5XpsTiGpIWJtbVUIgpq2axmsUgzpR6ahgG-OoF8/s1600/61610ItBling_2244Web.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527247523934010770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HDUTvayOD7IL655I8tk80lC7_gDp242Ub4-zdOJ1H2j371VPzNzkgnTs24KlR3cqPK2QS5sn45QJxXU1TP1fzjUTz91Q9WDT5T1j5XpsTiGpIWJtbVUIgpq2axmsUgzpR6ahgG-OoF8/s400/61610ItBling_2244Web.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 267px;" /></a>The finance guy is the Professional Gambler but with a real job. If you live or have lived in New York this is all you've ever dated, so you probably think all men sleep four hours a night, swear like sailors, drink like fish, smoke like chimneys and do coke like Lindsay Lohan. These are the Frat Guys aged 10 years physically but no more mature emotionally. They still prefer the company of men, are highly competitive and "get to be" assholes all day on the trading floor. They are alpha males and proud of it. They are pretty smart, ambitious and extremely entitled. They take cocky-funny to a whole new level, and their confidence, hilariousness and ability to look like Don Draper in a suit can be pretty irresistible.<br />
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He is in the type of industry where he can actually charge bottle service at a nightclub to his company if he’s "with a client" and this can be fun. If you're dating this guy you're probably pretty used to being among the 4-12 women at a given Finance Guy's table at whatever is currently the hot spot. He'll make sure you catch a glimpse of that $400 price tag on the wine he ordered and cars he sends for you to meet him at the club/Cabo.<br />
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Don't forget that just like the stocks he trades and the magnums he buys, you are a commodity, so enjoy dancing on banquettes while you can.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons: </span>No matter how fun dancing on a table while a handsome guy pours Grey Goose down your throat is, this guy has one major con. He’s married. He takes his wedding ring off every Thursday night in order to pick up naïve girls like you. Move along.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Lawyer</span></div>
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This guy gets by on the fact that he works in a seemingly noble profession and works really long hours. He’s smart and can make a pointed argument. This can make for some lively conversations, witty banter and you can’t help but respect him. Also, of course, free legal advice.<br />
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Just don’t forget that being a lawyer means he either tries to uphold the law or get around it for a living. This means he’s either extremely self-righteous or really good at manipulating situations, probably both. He's always right (obviously) and to drive home this point he'll litter his correspondence with really big words he thinks you won't understand. He works until 10 p.m. We often refer to this guy as the cops/metermaids of the wealthier/slightly smarter crowd.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Advice:</span> If you really want to date a lawyer the only choice you have is to become one yourself. Lawyers only have successfull relationships with other lawyers. Then you can both work until 10 p.m. and spend the rest of your lives judging others. If you're not a lawyer keep in mind that when he says the two of you are not concomitant and calls you a vitriolic bad influence that he must abscond from, he really means that he wants to dump you. Save yourself the trouble of looking up those words in the dictionary and head to your neighbourhood bar for some much needed ego reparation from the Actor/Model (aka the Waiter/Bartender).<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">The Actor/Model (aka The Waiter/Bartender)</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pros: </span>He works in a bar or restaurant so that means free drinks! You can traipse in after hours while he does his cash-out and compliment his money counting skills while secretly correcting the math he does wrong. Simple-minded people tend to be pleasant company and if he ever finally gets an acting job, you might meet Ryan Gosling.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons: </span>Actors are extremely self-absorbed and their emotions are all over the board because of all the auditions they have to go to/jobs they don't get. If he's ever actually been in a movie, he will make you watch it over and over and over again. Keep in mind that he acts for a living, which means he can lie through his teeth. In fact, he may truly believe that lying is just a daily way that he can practice his craft. Most importantly, dating a guy who has better hair than you is bad for self morale.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Ad Man</span></div>
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If we've learned anything from Mad Men it's that we shouldn't date guys who work in advertising. I don't need Don Draper to vomit on himself again to know that this isn't a good idea. Still something about men who work in advertising can be pretty exciting. For one they are really good with words, which means they are really good at texting. They are masters of the pitch, which means they make great first impressions. Most importantly they know the difference between manipulation and marketing to a demographic. So while their tactics might seem contrived, at least they care enough to think they've got you all figured out, which of course, they don't.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">Cons:</span> One of the only real cons to dating someone who works in advertising is that ever since Mad Men happened, he thinks he's really fucking cool. This has led him to have a bit of an inflated ego. When geeks first realize they might be either cool or really rich, the first stop on their train to awesome is usually to date a model. The Ad Man has probably dated a couple, which basically just means that he can stand anorexics and is tall. So no worries there.<br />
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There is nothing wrong with dating guys you met online. Some of our friends met their soulmates on dating sites, and just because all of them have since divorced doesn’t mean they didn’t enjoy some wonderful caring months as man and wife.<br />
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The problem with dating a gamer is his online life is always more important than any possible RL experience. In RL he’s broke, but online his World of Warcraft character has 1M gold. He has no discernable RL work-applicable skill set, but his WoW character has gotten to 70 and can lead parties into instances like a digital Elf version of General Paton. He lives in his grandparents’ basement and takes the bus, but on WoW he has l33t amour, the sword of 1,000 truths and a flying mount.<br />
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While at first it seems funny and charming to learn new words, the novelty wears off pretty fast. Make no mistake, Role Playing Game does not connote you dusting off the old high school kilt to these guys. While it’s fun to be the first human girl he's touched possibly ever, your relationship is best saved for lol links to memes and authentic-sounding vocab tips for blog posts making fun of them.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Girl</span></span></div>
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So there may come a time when men begin to lose their appeal, and whether it’s because someone put MDMA in your drink or you’re just a little bit gay, you’re going to hook up with a woman. The upside to dating a woman is that most men won't consider this cheating, so if you're in a relationship and looking for some excitement on the side, a woman is definitely the way to go. FYI you're going to have to listen to a lot of Katy Perry in order to psych yourself up for this. Pictures may end up online, it may be a black-out blur but you're pretty sure it ruled—just listen to Katy Perry’s TGIF at this point.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DJOV93AoWCgtfd0IUg6WXDWuqC9wI6Cr84B-IWpfbn41HcUiYsdGMW0BePyAAnrvqS-0UM__ZV_Ua72sYOhZUmmdzZcr04Q9m-NCzFf-dq7TmrAtRHeN2FWAfrQkZBK-k6JfNxZDI2k/s1600/92149032.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527247525764863202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DJOV93AoWCgtfd0IUg6WXDWuqC9wI6Cr84B-IWpfbn41HcUiYsdGMW0BePyAAnrvqS-0UM__ZV_Ua72sYOhZUmmdzZcr04Q9m-NCzFf-dq7TmrAtRHeN2FWAfrQkZBK-k6JfNxZDI2k/s400/92149032.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 259px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 192px;" /></a>You will occasionally come across genuinely nice guys who respect you. He loves golden retrievers, he wears khakis and has a great relationship with his mom. He probably even owns property and considers women equal to men. Gasp! He'll usually introduce you to his friends and family within an appropriate amount of time, he doesn't have any weird emotional issues and he genuinely wants a committed relationship.<br />
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You'll think he's cool, smart and interesting but because you're emotionally stunted, instead of dating him like a normal person, you will decide he's friend material, lead him on for years until he eventually marries someone else and you realize your “backup” is gone and you are alone. Woops.<br />
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We've listened to enough Taylor Swift songs to realize that this guy might exist, and if he does, he might look a lot like Taylor Lautner. Unfortunately that's all we know about him so far and after this blog post he'll likely never date us.<br />
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Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-64099328580488548942010-06-29T11:52:00.015-07:002012-06-08T11:48:26.450-07:00How To Stay Relevant This SummerSummer trends are always changing and it's hard to keep up. Here is a quick guide to keep you cooler than Pax Jolie-Pitt this summer.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>1) Get a sweet protest related injury:</b></span><br />
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Most points are awarded if it's a G20 related injury but any sort of protest injury will do. Yesterday I almost got a concussion by accidentally smacking heads with a chick while trying to tweet this photo.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: 130%;">2) Hipster proof your home:</span></b><br />
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Musicians love to boycott. Kanye, Rage Against the Machine, Massive Attack and others are boycotting the state of Arizona because of their new wacky immigration laws that aren't fair to Mexicans. I support this because my chihuahua is an illegal Mexican immigrant and because North America would be a pretty terrible place to live if we didn't have enchiladas. Other hot boycotts include Elvis Costello boycotting Israel, Rihanna, Jay-Z and Beyonce boycotting the BET Awards because of Chris Brown, and anyone with a soul boycotting BP.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><b>4) Be a sports fan:</b></span><br />
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Initially liking sports can be really daunting, especially if you don't wear oversized cargo shorts and don't understand the rules. But with the World Cup shoving hot half-naked soccer players down our throats, it's easy for everyone to jump on board. My favourite team? Argentina (because I love Argentinian wine, Buenos Aires, and chimichurri). The buzz is infectious and I'm not just referring to the soothing sounds of Vuvuzelas. So pick a team, do some Vuvuzela Beer Funnels and join in the fun. <br />
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</div>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-37980391749344310292010-04-07T19:43:00.015-07:002012-06-08T10:01:34.411-07:00Warning Signs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ETcx74XqYuFsvS5Hgb30ktE3U6V8UOKFjBZZhpxlWoI26br-0zx7Iq5vfBpwV4HcSi8n9tePxtg_PwOqFQftvi6WVoCui09Oh7YZ0xuoolGk12NlluvWgG9Ett8MvWXJAA5EH6mAD6Q/s1600/armband-tattoo.jpg"></a>Amid all the celebrity cheating scandals I've gotten to thinking about deal breakers that come out of nowher<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGiiQMi70qkpdEd_LWrXLtE9BaVkmkT3j3sifgeOdXPaKSu_32P6i7FAgDN8gIg-s1iFLT20x36Tp_FkdR-_bizUahzxOlgqkhyGpJiyXdHI0gYPuydSsgJjsonmWRAA4vONMzkVAmWE/s1600/m_4a487a5bce504de191c1202b9503436a.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457597095810574306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSGiiQMi70qkpdEd_LWrXLtE9BaVkmkT3j3sifgeOdXPaKSu_32P6i7FAgDN8gIg-s1iFLT20x36Tp_FkdR-_bizUahzxOlgqkhyGpJiyXdHI0gYPuydSsgJjsonmWRAA4vONMzkVAmWE/s320/m_4a487a5bce504de191c1202b9503436a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 221px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 156px;" /></a>e (insert Sandra Bullock/Blind Side bad joke here). I've been in similar situations where you're dating someone for a month, everything is going great, and then BAM!, he shows up to watch a movie in full camo-cargo-pants with a scary matching vest and an orange waffle shirt underneath. OR, you've been dating what you thought was a hipster for 3 months and suddenly there's a federal election and he votes for Stephen Harper. OR you're married to someone for a long ass time and you find out he's sleeping with a tattooed freak and looking a lot like Hitler on <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.perezhilton.com">Perez</a>.<br />
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Because at Green Eggs and Tam we never ever entertain the idea that it might be us, we have to find reasons why it <span style="font-style: italic;">must</span> be them. Here are some warning signs that you should 'NEXT' your current bf/gf/casual encounters flirtation/BBM crush/twitter stalker/chatroulette pervert.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1) </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9JnT7JidyuH8F90HrObP6EWHsjMkPHAVJWYpPBdYmaGhFDSWfrJCzMJgbed62zNrB43u_NoAJEe4TkqfG9R0588Q2idvNFn00Xhh9OLbkKs3Kx7V2i1RWQ3tNlzFgsyThn64TM6eztg/s1600/24575_412973996390_607921390_5528919_1507641_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457601479539285330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF9JnT7JidyuH8F90HrObP6EWHsjMkPHAVJWYpPBdYmaGhFDSWfrJCzMJgbed62zNrB43u_NoAJEe4TkqfG9R0588Q2idvNFn00Xhh9OLbkKs3Kx7V2i1RWQ3tNlzFgsyThn64TM6eztg/s320/24575_412973996390_607921390_5528919_1507641_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 205px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 111px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">He wears 'funky hats'</span></span><br />
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Let's face it, trendy hats are for balding guys. If I have to see another picture of <a href="http://thebeat.com/shows/mornings">Kid Carson</a> in a zany hat, I'm going to lose my mind. There is only one thing more unappealing than wearing a lame hat and that is having a low self esteem. It's OK if you're 27 and bald, you can still get laid, you just have to own it.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2) She won't stop talking about her ex</span></span><br />
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Girls do this for 2 reasons. The first reason is that she thinks it makes her appear date-able. It's the same reason why girls LOVE when they get an invitation to a wedding and it has her boyfriend's name on it too. It's all about validation. If someone else has hit it and loved it, then chances are, someone else will as well. The second reason is to make you jealous. I've experienced this in reverse and it worked, but let me just say, nothing makes a guy signal for the cheque quicker than a gal who still hates her ex. Repeat after me ladies 'he was a great guy, I ended it because he got too needy'. Works everytime.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">3) He/she has a stupid tattoo</span><br />
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This is a really hard one, because tattoos in general can be super hot if done right. Unfortunately what feels right in 1996 doesn't always translate to a hot tattoo 14 years later. For instance, the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWjldQrC2YI">Mad Love soundtrack</a> I bought in Grade 6 is now long gone, but thousands of tramps with butterfly tattoos on their ankles can't say the same. Case and point, barbed wire arm bands. Your lame frosted tips have grown out but you still have an incarceration themed tatt around your roid monkey bicep! Someone with a stupid tattoo is incapable of thinking logically about the future of their life. Simply put, don't date them.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-72087855199878571622010-04-06T23:48:00.008-07:002010-10-26T09:17:06.207-07:00How to Prevent a Bad DayI had a bad day today, which means, I don't want to have a bad day tomorrow. There are a couple ways you can mitigate the chance of having 2 bad days in a row such as getting a good night's sleep, working out in the morning (ha!), or taking a bunch of vitamin D. These MIGHT work, but the only 100% foolproof way that I really trust is to google image search baby pandas right before you go to bed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpl8jVvysKIz41dB3gDnDbhtDtBUzapveLMIV0i1l4a28rULvj590SIP5Sht2FwEnd4VPuyRX_6YqsVpgNgBK3rQ88KN95nhoEnRUzhFgAmVBQj4j4nhs3LVpqRbvbeJgBZZohPUfUGdM/s1600/-4+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457288071582556274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpl8jVvysKIz41dB3gDnDbhtDtBUzapveLMIV0i1l4a28rULvj590SIP5Sht2FwEnd4VPuyRX_6YqsVpgNgBK3rQ88KN95nhoEnRUzhFgAmVBQj4j4nhs3LVpqRbvbeJgBZZohPUfUGdM/s400/-4+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 282px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34tiGuETxsYNF9gltEJq97oAUop40AEndSwR836h4KQ3pEJ3vE0YckfU4jLRYl-035TP_vOlUSIwMCbIhla6CTm_DMCAE9e2_bBeQ_whmep7su7t0LLD0wl83NQLw-xLnaWzsE7C-vp4/s1600/china_panda_bej802_7976169+copy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457288619624408754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34tiGuETxsYNF9gltEJq97oAUop40AEndSwR836h4KQ3pEJ3vE0YckfU4jLRYl-035TP_vOlUSIwMCbIhla6CTm_DMCAE9e2_bBeQ_whmep7su7t0LLD0wl83NQLw-xLnaWzsE7C-vp4/s400/china_panda_bej802_7976169+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 308px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UMoONz-bZPnkcOsqqb7aWKlJJwEWrUhaD5iCFS9aqCuN03X8_YUidAsxxY2Mwoaj14eaHcKOH3-1y96hyphenhyphen96Mzecsn9NYfggsKsVifJQHrjwi9liT6UzN1cRbbjRNmHsiorVR_azkwpo/s1600/xin_57206060313094681836630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457290121280224530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UMoONz-bZPnkcOsqqb7aWKlJJwEWrUhaD5iCFS9aqCuN03X8_YUidAsxxY2Mwoaj14eaHcKOH3-1y96hyphenhyphen96Mzecsn9NYfggsKsVifJQHrjwi9liT6UzN1cRbbjRNmHsiorVR_azkwpo/s400/xin_57206060313094681836630.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 323px;" /></a>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-73086582832507000382010-04-02T20:57:00.010-07:002012-06-07T15:23:01.447-07:00Spring Don'ts<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmYOs0yrvDQ_RnzsXdXd20uQbEqvivSBW13YIDsnIpuZl28sEW-qAQ5dwI7SgGRUer3v_Ftv8WtqHQDvD96QjIrxAkDYkOeIht4K5mgJvagmOxOcRhuUCiEGN-KKRDqCRLFKFX78UQVc/s1600/press_toenails+copy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455756337368016578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbmYOs0yrvDQ_RnzsXdXd20uQbEqvivSBW13YIDsnIpuZl28sEW-qAQ5dwI7SgGRUer3v_Ftv8WtqHQDvD96QjIrxAkDYkOeIht4K5mgJvagmOxOcRhuUCiEGN-KKRDqCRLFKFX78UQVc/s400/press_toenails+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 194px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
There is a torrential storm happening in Vancouver this weekend. Power is out, West Van Princesses are stranded due to a bridge closure, and it hailed yesterday. Nevertheless spring is on its way, it just seems that its flight has been delayed. In the collective bad mannered jaw-drop heard around spring climates, most men are just happy to see bare legs and skirts again, but it gets a little bit more complicated than that. Before you go rushing out in your open-toed shoes and short-sleeved plaid shirts, keep in mind these SPRING DON'TS.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">2) French Manicured Toes (boys skip straight to #3)</span><br />
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This is a common mistake that many women make. I'm not sure why but I think it became popular when acrylic nails had their 15 minutes of fame. PS if you're still wearing acrylic nails, stop reading, this isn't the blog for you. Because it's warmer out, ladies get to wear open-toed shoes and this is really exciting. What ISN'T exciting is looking like you just scored a walk-on role in an episode of Jersey Shore. Skip the french-pedi and just keep it solid, you'll thank me later!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">3) Sex With Zeros</span><br />
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It's spring. Animals are mating, the smell of cherry blossoms is making everyone dizzy, people are wearing less clothes. Everyone's first instinct is to get naked with hotties but ladies and gentlemen, take heed. What starts as a healthy lust for picking up babes can quickly turn into a 4am nightmare involving settling to go home with a complete zero because you're fixated on spring fever. Take your time, get a vibrator/whatever the male equivalent is (???), illegally download <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joCwQ2pjfjw">Nicholas Sparks books turned terrible movies</a>. Save sleeping around for Jesse James and <a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/img/1365305.jpg">this chick</a>. Take a gamble with some cool spring fashion trends, NOT your genitals. And keep in mind, having standards never goes out of style.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">4) Letting Allergies Get You Down</span><br />
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Spring allergies are the worst. Being snotty, tired, and itchy can really hamper all the awesome spring partying. I'm not a doctor or anything but I'm a big fan of medicating/self-medicating. So take a hint and don't be one of those tough guys who just says no to allergy meds. I've been known to have a slight dependency on Nasonex and let me just say that a nice nasal spray coupled with a 24 hour Claritin or four will leave you sneeze free for at least a week. As an added bonus, the combo mixes great with alcohol. So there's that. Enjoy!Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-36910314052192583592010-03-13T17:53:00.009-08:002012-06-07T15:23:11.448-07:004 Commonly Made Texting Mistakes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyTAIo1GmBnT1JHeT0VOqbPsxzSxfQg6IMGRtu1z2bI97qBdwenJ0jcFtLwDzXXaF2opfj_2mOmGyjlrcZPTAD3cqFAq1CSK8pOQJO20gIxOAYdvbBGn4zQ5HMUssrnccRxjC1gL6HUA/s1600-h/6a00d8341d417153ef010536594bb1970b-800wi.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448307472391329938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyTAIo1GmBnT1JHeT0VOqbPsxzSxfQg6IMGRtu1z2bI97qBdwenJ0jcFtLwDzXXaF2opfj_2mOmGyjlrcZPTAD3cqFAq1CSK8pOQJO20gIxOAYdvbBGn4zQ5HMUssrnccRxjC1gL6HUA/s400/6a00d8341d417153ef010536594bb1970b-800wi.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 308px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 333px;" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Texting The Wrong Person</span></span><br />
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I have lost friends, boyfriends, and jobs making this mistake. One time I texted my roommate while we were sitting in the living room together 'omg I can't stand my roommate'. She moved out the next week...actually she left the country. My personal favourite however was when I texted a guy I was dating 'omg the love of my life has been rubbing up against me all Superbowl, I think tonight is THE night'. Woops.<br />
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</span><span style="font-size: small;">I don't know why this is but old people sound creepy when they text no matter what they say. Actually maybe I do know why. It's because the words 'R U coming 2 R house 2nite ;)' said by a middle aged man makes him sound like a child molesting pervert. Old people don't understand that using texting shortcuts should be saved for tweens and ironic hipsters. Next time you want to let me know it was 'Good 2 C U 2', just spell it out.</span><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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One night my brother borrowed my mom's car and went out with his much younger girlfriend. After what was clearly a night of extreme partying, she accidentally sent this exact text to my mom's landline: 'You better get your car out of the ditch before my dad sees! I found your underwear by the hot tub. Hahaha'. If you've ever heard the terrifying robot who recites texts to landlines you understand why this is so bad. My mom nearly collapsed as the robot cackled out the 'hahaha'.</span><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">4. Next Morning Apologies For Drunken Texting</span></span><br />
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The only thing worse than an unanswered drunken 2am 'do you want to meet up!' text is the 'was going through my phone this morning and saw i texted you. boy was i drunk lol' morning after apology text. We all know you staggered to Fritz and ate an XL poutine hoping for a text back. We all know you woke up embarrassed and alone. This is why I always always always delete my BBM's after a night of drinking. Hangovers are hard enough without having to read that you texted someone 'i'm spring break drunk in the VIP at Tonic, return of the mac just came on, come grind with me!'</span>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-42316582510288443992010-03-09T19:29:00.013-08:002012-06-07T15:23:39.566-07:00Women & Men/Babes & Bros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eHULt8bpuE-uM31E3mZGIS3T_gSIUBjfIHRipkt-MYIbfz3xEY4nI-0NYEuZZ7QhnZyeu_zWa5zdv7Y7nAyspsvJERlAdxxJszDAjkS1c5bpZ9eQmLBx1QSu-eH7PMgMnQ8Jo2w-gYk/s1600-h/DavidGuetta04+copy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446854427310826242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0eHULt8bpuE-uM31E3mZGIS3T_gSIUBjfIHRipkt-MYIbfz3xEY4nI-0NYEuZZ7QhnZyeu_zWa5zdv7Y7nAyspsvJERlAdxxJszDAjkS1c5bpZ9eQmLBx1QSu-eH7PMgMnQ8Jo2w-gYk/s400/DavidGuetta04+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 217px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>It was International Women's Day yesterday and some of my feminist friends were blowing up my gchat about things like women's body issues, patriarchy, and eyebrow design. Most of my responses ranged from 'do you think David Guetta looks like Owen Wilson?' to 'I get brazilians for ME'. My friends angrily signed off with steaming emoticons and 'I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FEMINIST!!!??'.<br />
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Well, as it turns out, it's not that I don't consider myself a feminist or that I don't care about women's issues. I am just going through a strange phase that for the record is not routed in lesbianism but has been misconstrued as such, particularly by my grandmother. I prefer men's cologne, I wear men's plaid shirts, I like baseball, and I read men's magazines.<br />
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In fact, I was reading a pretty useful article in Esquire called <a href="http://www.esquire.com/features/essential-knowledge/saving-money-every-age-0310#ixzz0hjfmILPc">How to Save (and Spend) Money at Any Age</a> when I had a breakthrough. In my age bracket it lists my main expenditures as:<br />
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Rent<br />
Cable<br />
Clothes<br />
Attending weddings<br />
Football pool<br />
Esquire subscription<br />
Sandwiches<br />
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So true! Feeling ambitious I clicked on over to Cosmopolitan to see if I could find a different but equal article that factored in white wine and scented body lotion. I was sort of surprised to find no such article. I was however able to read all about <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/advice/health/how-to-solve-boob-problems-0508?click=cos_new">Bizarre Boob Behaviour</a> and <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/what-guys-say-about-girls?click=pp">The Top 5 Mortifying Things He Tells His Buddies</a> about me.<br />
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Being extremely scientific and bored of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.twitter.com/christinetam">live tweeting my afternoon</a>, I decided to perform an exciting experiment.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">The Challenge: Details VS Elle</span></div>
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10 minutes on each site followed by an extremely subjective discussion of learning outcomes.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Observations:</span></span></div>
Details<br />
I took the <a href="http://www.details.com/magazine/quizzes/quizzes-scored/tool">quiz</a> 'Are you a giant tool?'. I learned I <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> in fact a giant tool for liking Grizzly Bear, owning a Moleskine and taking in my ties. I felt drawn in and excited by all the pictures and interactive articles. I almost had a seizure over the <a href="http://www.details.com/culture-trends/critical-eye/201002/jealous-aspergers-syndrome">article</a> about asperger's becoming a hot new hilarious insult because I've been saying that for months. I learned that skinny jeans can be a<a href="http://www.details.com/style-advice/rules-of-style/201002/deadly-fashion-style-grooming-mistakes#slide=1"> health hazard </a>because they cut off circulation. #Fascinating.<br />
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Elle<br />
I read an <a href="http://www.elle.com/Life-Love/Society-Career-Power/Sexual-Politics-Doll-Street">article</a> about a young female investment banker who had sex with her gross boss and lost her job. I reverse-lol'd through <a href="http://www.elle.com/Life-Love/Sex-Relationships/Learn-to-Love-How-to-Live-Happily-Ever-After">a really boring article</a> about a woman who couldn't find romance and finally settled for a guy she wasn't really attracted to. I felt mildly inadequate by all the pictures of sad looking models. I read about how a <a href="http://www.elle.com/Life-Love/Society-Career-Power/Love-thy-frenemy/The-Frenemy-Friendship-ELLE-looks-into-the-friend-and-foe-relationship">frenemy</a> can inspire me to lose weight and dump my fat couch-surfing bf. #NeedProzac<br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;">Conclusions:</span></div>
According to the <a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/opinions/the-nightmare-gender-gap/article1488609/">Globe and Mail</a> Canadian Women are closing in on the gender gap slower than the ladies of Mongolia. Maybe that is because Mongolian babes don't spend millions of dollars a year reading articles such as <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/pda-he-will-love?click=cos_new">PDA Moves He's Actually OK With</a> (the ass grab, shocker) and <a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/tips-moves/does-he-masturbate-too-much">Does He Masturbate Too Much</a>. Do Mongolian magazines have quizzes such as What Your Goat Herd Says About Your Dating Style or articles about How To Avoid Getting Yurt In A Breakup? Something tells me no.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignQMC3qQ7r5wNxpoJhxe98bSn4Rty-kGYCyIBa4qpK-oFattk3MDByAE7iQiRwyhh-FwFm9JeTdrz_Ok67MGAHkkDvXG3okACWs02yJOC7LAPwMHEu5BmNplYhiq2wqrgqOpb_afAxCU/s1600-h/Mongolian_women+copy.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446859564969694706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignQMC3qQ7r5wNxpoJhxe98bSn4Rty-kGYCyIBa4qpK-oFattk3MDByAE7iQiRwyhh-FwFm9JeTdrz_Ok67MGAHkkDvXG3okACWs02yJOC7LAPwMHEu5BmNplYhiq2wqrgqOpb_afAxCU/s400/Mongolian_women+copy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 365px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-28741566218184834232010-02-05T11:53:00.020-08:002012-06-07T15:25:11.042-07:00The Worst Day of The Year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KqKiwfJ6A0jKt5HrzQMdnfkTXiRVcRsOQXO-anjmjFr7sZdH9iPOCq0mITF7jQkvWJDOssao5ELmgXnrXHd4xC_PB7nYRzm9_gPQHHmI2I63Dd7oygX_gNCbKLkZ80ffroefjRyABDU/s1600-h/vday.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434875579183775938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KqKiwfJ6A0jKt5HrzQMdnfkTXiRVcRsOQXO-anjmjFr7sZdH9iPOCq0mITF7jQkvWJDOssao5ELmgXnrXHd4xC_PB7nYRzm9_gPQHHmI2I63Dd7oygX_gNCbKLkZ80ffroefjRyABDU/s400/vday.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
The countdown is here. only a couple days left. No matter how much you complain you cannot stop it. And no, I'm not talking about that thing that's happening that I'm tired of talking about, Valentine's Day is just over a week away!!!!!!!!!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCqdE6VaA2BHO3-YFqDDBB_W3kjEeqGArOSzUjW7G_nhA2S_rmIiTfNAXJMgFyl7KxQW7GZvkpIvN5Z6cAiGEgeCpqL_e6X6BcZtwF3LCNh6VrfeELKYRRjxu1daP6uozJZ7wbEPqrlY/s1600-h/323900_ratio3x4_width351-thumb-300x396-2251.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434881693534575602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCqdE6VaA2BHO3-YFqDDBB_W3kjEeqGArOSzUjW7G_nhA2S_rmIiTfNAXJMgFyl7KxQW7GZvkpIvN5Z6cAiGEgeCpqL_e6X6BcZtwF3LCNh6VrfeELKYRRjxu1daP6uozJZ7wbEPqrlY/s400/323900_ratio3x4_width351-thumb-300x396-2251.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 313px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 237px;" /></a>Last Valentine's day I felt like I was starring in a Seth Green movie called 'Failing at Life.' I got dumped, drank no less than 1-3 bottles of champagne on a rugby field in what some called 'an embarrassing display', got asked out by a drug dealer while crying, and found out my ex went on our V-Day vacation I planned with his male roommate who then posted a Facebook album of it. Skip ahead 356 days and I've come a long way. I let the drug dealer down easy that same night and have dated some really lovely men such as The Argentinian Serial Killer, The Abortionist, and The Guy Who Wouldn't Let Me Order For Myself, ever. However, oddly enough the prospect of this horrible day still has me reaching for a sedative every time I think about it. So I have come up with a few tips to get you through the day.<br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">The Green Eggs and Tam Valentine's Day Survival Guide for Singles/People Who Hate Their BF or GF</span><br />
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1. Make sure you have a plan. Even if the plan is 'lay face down on the couch watching Friday Night Lights reruns and play the Tim Riggins Drinking Game' (more on this later). Make a plan, and stick to it.<br />
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2. If you're in a relationship, be sensitive to your single friends, and don't brag about the flowers/proposal/condo your rich significant other gave you. Just remember you could be drunk on a rugby field next Valentine's Day and would you want romantic cliches involving Barolo at Il Giardino shoved down your throat? No.<br />
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3. Makeout with a celebrity. This one can be a bit tricky so you can always settle for a <a href="http://www.myspace.com/wearemaurice">hot guy in a band</a> or one of the guys from<a href="http://www.theburiedlife.com/"> </a><a href="http://www.theburiedlife.com/">The Buried Life</a><a href="http://www.theburiedlife.com/">.</a> Just tell them you need to help some inner city black kids before you die and then go in for the kiss.<br />
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I personally will be doing #1. It's easy. Every time <a href="http://static.tvfanatic.com/images/gallery/riggins-loves-beer.jpg">Tim drinks</a>, you drink. Every time Tim scores a TD, you drink. Every time Tim has sex, you drink. Every time <a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Tim-Riggins-friday-night-lights-561367_1124_1500.jpg">Tim wears plaid</a>, you drink. In a couple episodes you'll be ready to go online and stalk hotties, make fun of your ex's band/profession/new bf or gf/whatever, and send derogatory anti-love tweets. Enjoy!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcDKIf0f4x__WHMjehBsKPoDKSyuju0Kjn4zd2ZHjeBbbdkFFnm97ek01SCoTlHEh1A-cWnoPzsJlNPQFOI4IcD4NsdVLtMkiXmiXEY41iD_WSNMUz55jckwacOkVt4sNiG9RrB6TkyM/s1600-h/16863_1159119552713_1669500032_381229_2188788_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434882645518596274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcDKIf0f4x__WHMjehBsKPoDKSyuju0Kjn4zd2ZHjeBbbdkFFnm97ek01SCoTlHEh1A-cWnoPzsJlNPQFOI4IcD4NsdVLtMkiXmiXEY41iD_WSNMUz55jckwacOkVt4sNiG9RrB6TkyM/s400/16863_1159119552713_1669500032_381229_2188788_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-73333035455281678142010-01-15T20:51:00.011-08:002012-06-07T15:25:43.127-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2hNoww1NdATorWveDLxYca1h_xIF7CkXr2eIVwsz-7cXCDlwxhEXaTIeIlAf1sUuYTtGi9Ua3UNGBZOcsK4niIX5eZPxMCNBJvvLDfR21nBV50I9iTnLl9bqZiB6Cb5vGytbOdEZ9c0/s1600-h/harper.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427202612532760082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD2hNoww1NdATorWveDLxYca1h_xIF7CkXr2eIVwsz-7cXCDlwxhEXaTIeIlAf1sUuYTtGi9Ua3UNGBZOcsK4niIX5eZPxMCNBJvvLDfR21nBV50I9iTnLl9bqZiB6Cb5vGytbOdEZ9c0/s400/harper.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 298px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">Guide to Living with your Parents in your Late 20's</span><br />
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Something weird happened to me just before New Years and I decided to take a long and hard look at my finances. Turns out, I realized that it may be worth it to sacrifice having an adult life/romantic relationship/sanity in order to save up some cash. This has never happened to me. I moved out when I was 18 and have since terrorized the landlords of Vancouver and never learned to cook anything other than elaborate stews and lasagna (one version of each).<br />
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As of last Sunday I have moved in with my father...heretofore referred to as my new roommate.<br />
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First of all there are many perks to living at home, as half of my friend base can attest to.<br />
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1) Free Everything. Seriously, food, cable, internet, laundry, soap, WINE, q-tips. Everything you could ever need is free and at your disposal and you can piggyback basically every meal whether they are cooking at home or going out for dinner.<br />
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2) Things are nicer. Marble countertops, a 100 inch, plush towels, weird art that I don't really like.<br />
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3) My roommate likes my dog. He leaves me thoughtful notes detailing Fin's every bowel movement throughout the day: 'pee and only small poo at noon' (not even joking)<br />
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4) Cleaning crew. My roomie is OCD about cleaning. Today before I left at 7am for BCIT, I made my bed to be agreeable. When I came home it was REMADE... to look cleaner.<br />
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1) No Privacy. When you're a teen it's all about privacy. My best friend has many a journal entry with 'FUCK DAD' written in scribbly letters that we still laugh about to this day. But now that I'm 26 and theoretically smarter, I've decided that full disclosure is the only way to go. Otherwise they will ask questions until I throw one of their ugly Inuit carvings out the window. I tell them every plan I have for the day, this way they are relaxed, and I don't have to answer 20 questions every time I walk in the door.<br />
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2) Kiss goodbye kissing. I wonder if Taylor Swift knew at fifteen that in 10 years most guys she likes will still live with their parents. Now that I've joined that demographic, I'm faced with a different challenge. Older dudes don't want to date grown women who still live at home. It's a double edged light saber!!<br />
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3) Everything. It's not the greatest. But the benefits outweigh the costs just slightly. Plus, parents really like it and middle aged people are weird so I'm happy to help them out. Also of course, it's only temporary...just like Stephen Harper proroguing government.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-59249731574056464052010-01-11T21:58:00.019-08:002012-06-07T15:27:20.905-07:00My Great Great Grandmother Was A Norwegian GyspyYesterday was just a regular Sunday morning for me, and as usual I was 'watching' football and googling Dan Mangan when I came across <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vancouverisawesome.com" target="_blank">http://www.blogger.com/www.vancouverisawesome.com</a>. In an interview they asked Dan '<b>In what neighbourhoods of Vancouver have you lived during your lifetime and what did you like the most about each of them?'.</b>Dan has lived in four neighbourhoods. I thought this would be fun for me to do until I started to do it and realized I've lived in 19 different neighbourhoods in my life!!!<br />
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I really struggled with whether to continue writing in the fear that I would expose myself as being <a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v349/154/122/1669500032/n1669500032_78869_7263.jpg">mentally unstable</a>/a nomadic maniac/a terrible roommate. But then I realized, anyone who already likes me, probably knows most of these things are true already. As for people who don't like me, well...god bless and <a href="http://www.animalswithlightsabers.com/">click here</a>.<br />
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For the Coles Notes version of my answer, I've created a list that lumps similar locations together. And for the sake of currency I will only include places I have lived since the greatest day of my life when I moved out of my parent's house at 18 years old (more on the irony of this later).<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />1. The Presidio, San Francisco 2001</span><br />
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Not a Vancouver neighbourhood but still relevant. The best thing about this hood was its proximity to Crissy Field (above) and the corner store on Chestnut Street that never ID'd me for beer and carried my art school approved edgy American Spirits.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">2. St. Urbain & Prince Arthur, Montreal 2002-2004</span><br />
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A lovely apartment that boasted an actual hole in the floor, homeless people in the lobby, and a leaking roof that could quench the thirst of the Sahara Desert. I loved how cheap the rent was so I could afford dinners at Sofia and Buonanotte (hot in 2003) and dye my hair blond and pink (swear to god).<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">2. 5th and Collingwood - 2004</span><br />
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I lived here with 2 <a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v11/155/12/129400127/n129400127_30000558_371.jpg">frat guys</a>. Needless to say it ended badly, but I loved how quickly homeless people collected our vast supply of empties and eating at Aphrodite Cafe for delicious organic coffee and really good Mushroom Quiche (sounds gross but it's really good if you're willing to wait an hour for it).<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />3. Seymour and Robson - 2005</span><br />
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I found <a href="http://www.jurgita.com/images_new/models/F/portfolio-fashion/w422xh450/raquel-riskin-182140-128178.jpg">the opposite of a frat guy</a> and moved in with her.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span> We went to Caprice every night and hung out in Yaletown every day. Keep in mind it was still totally acceptable to wear tight black flared pants and I still had a belly button piercing.<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />4. Seymour and Nelson - 2006-2007</span><br />
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The 2.0 version of my last place, I moved into a loft just a block away that was literally right behind the Roxy. I quickly found out the back door of the Roxy lead right to my apartment, and would make exits accordingly. Also the convenience store downstairs was called 'Foodness'.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">5. UBC - 2007</span><br />
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This is where I fell in love with commuting, taking the bus, and riding on the back of motorcycles (something I explored further while hitchhiking in Costa Rica last summer).<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Kerrisdale - 2007</span><br />
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Note: There is nothing good about living in Kerrisdale. It is the place where uptight people literally go to die. Plus there are lots of coyotes (natural predator of <a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs121.snc3/16863_1155855951125_1669500032_374091_3489158_n.jpg">my chihuahua</a>), it's close to Marpole, and metal thieves steal copper wire from the railroad tracks.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">7. 3rd and Larch - 2008-2009 </span><br />
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The only problem with Kits is that there are too many people running by you in Lululemon while you<a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v250/154/122/1669500032/n1669500032_67223_8935.jpg"> smoke and drink on your front porch</a>. Otherwise it's really great...and Market Meats will sell you the best rack of lamb you've ever had if you're willing to pay about $70 for it (which I will be in about a year). This house had a wood burning fireplace, rain showers and my <a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2681/154/122/1669500032/n1669500032_98700_7705871.jpg">2 bff's</a>. I'll end my nomadic tale here... xoxo<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidERyBQrZOk1Qn2b1dlsfuGuI8kD7PIRrpFdsyfoRCUmhB4JuK_deUFstqyNLbzkpVJlAh3lNgifcrjWAM3gEKKoeL0fkvH-xiF4CBSzm5Y5mfAe9Y_zfyGg_iOrPaxKY5WF12LFvx-k/s1600-h/bffs.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425751740742978194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidERyBQrZOk1Qn2b1dlsfuGuI8kD7PIRrpFdsyfoRCUmhB4JuK_deUFstqyNLbzkpVJlAh3lNgifcrjWAM3gEKKoeL0fkvH-xiF4CBSzm5Y5mfAe9Y_zfyGg_iOrPaxKY5WF12LFvx-k/s400/bffs.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-1180223537387470182009-12-15T21:19:00.016-08:002010-10-26T09:18:14.773-07:00I Heart 2010No offense to 2009 but I'm pretty happy that it's over. In 2 weeks we’ll all get dressed up, makeout with strangers, and write lame cliched resolutions in our diaries. Then it will be 2010, year of the Olympics, year of a new century, year that Taylor Lautner turns 18 and I can legally hook up with him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RS0JZZUoAXGFFX38ejyKgfoQh4skHDi9zOIpU7Sgem6RNOp9LphAk-OfpUF6Gv-1s6d54zHwgN4S1AMcJYkdlGC40hn-8LIqzw35L5W3qNTT3Aw8D8PR-k09NN8GOECrKRItQqTXcDc/s1600-h/iheart2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415715224985919634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7RS0JZZUoAXGFFX38ejyKgfoQh4skHDi9zOIpU7Sgem6RNOp9LphAk-OfpUF6Gv-1s6d54zHwgN4S1AMcJYkdlGC40hn-8LIqzw35L5W3qNTT3Aw8D8PR-k09NN8GOECrKRItQqTXcDc/s400/iheart2010.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 254px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />With all the hype surrounding it, naturally I've been thinking a lot about how 2010 is going to affect the things that are most important to me.<br /><br /><span style="color: white; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reality TV</span></span><br /><br />2009 was all about shows like The Hills and The City. People thought they were too superficial, not realistic, and grew tired of watching attractive rich kids date each other.<br /><br />Enter <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio26FzPqpOBMYsMXukMXvCNSCoQ4xQBJm82ezXRSmbHRSCwLisL9zQcvPAsX8aYU1FebkCr-HPc8y9P2FzIAntQMzioE1PSvHAQP5avueFz32fd5Mv3B_Ly3VHky6YuwyXXdMs25-8GSI/s1600/alg_mtv_jersey-shore.jpg">Jersey Shore</a>. 2010 knows that people really want to watch a group of Ed Hardy wearing freaks who spent the last 20 years of their lives confined to a tanning bed try and hook up with/kill each other.<br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: white;">Money</span><br /><br />2009 brought The Recession and everybody was broke or pretended to be. Goodbye open bar company X-mas parties, hello BYO pizza lunch in the boardroom. Hipsters stopped splurging on haircuts and razors, I quit smoking and half my friends moved back in with their parents.<br /><br />In 2010 The Recession is over and all we have to worry about is paying higher taxes because Translink forgot to budget for the Canada Line and some moron thinks Willy Pickton needs a re-trial. But lucky for me, I won’t be crying about paying<a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2009/10/23/bc-translink-gas-parking-tax-fares-hike.html"> triple tax on parking</a> because I’ll be so busy doing things like buying clothes again, eating lobster and ordering novelty bobbleheads online that I won’t even notice the HST is ruining my life and the life of Bill Vander Zalm.<br /><span style="color: white; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: white;">Work</span></span><br /><br />In 2009 we were all unemployed or afraid of getting laid off. Companies stopped hiring and speakers who came to class said things like <a href="http://twitter.com/natalieclancy">‘do Journalism as a hobby’</a>.<br /><br />In 2010 we all have jobs with the Olympics, we just won’t be able to get to them because of all the road closures.<br /><span style="color: white; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: white;">Music</span></span></span><br /><br />In 2009 I listened to songs that made me want to jump off a building. Anytime I heard Bon Iver, usually in hipster Gastown clothing stores, I would cry and then feel obliged to buy an antler key-chain or more plaid. Just when I was coming out of the Bon Iver depression era, <a href="http://www.danmanganmusic.com/site/chameleonplayer_pop_up.html">Dan Mangan</a> came into my life and showed me what a real meltdown was.<br /><br />In 2010 I’m going to be more open about my love for Party in the USA and eagerly await the new album from MGMT titled 'Do More Cocaine'. Speaking of which, since Courtney Love can't even raise <a href="http://www.kurtcobainnews.com/Frances_Bean_Cobain_adult_picture.jpg">poor little Frances Bean</a>, makes sense for her to drop another album as well.<br /><br />Looks like 2010 has lots of great things in store for us!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Pw-W3UwgsHoiJeNQZvr-FoHN6OjTFPbbHSU583Txic_naywXvoQV0TvCQemH6Ql6sCxc8ctWyb5W36CgW2p854H7rwCKA5AzdmaVGtND6p9zBt98tP71FiguXPYdwlpgPfn9K8qcyg4/s1600-h/6180_100517506627689_100000083203346_13238_6292187_n-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415715421255101186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Pw-W3UwgsHoiJeNQZvr-FoHN6OjTFPbbHSU583Txic_naywXvoQV0TvCQemH6Ql6sCxc8ctWyb5W36CgW2p854H7rwCKA5AzdmaVGtND6p9zBt98tP71FiguXPYdwlpgPfn9K8qcyg4/s400/6180_100517506627689_100000083203346_13238_6292187_n-2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipwenfOSLASSTFnGT7W0cKnmxJN9w64UwoBAsTa0q1MzO_8s4cXnHjhyphenhyphent0DSSqcYs_g-ZaDRjgVyDAZFM-Q8PPuBYUnXBz2MrMNi58JI7Nj9PbnUzMf-t_JQlJ6KAbkqm2Hkc8WsL8hRE/s1600-h/6180_100517506627689_100000083203346_13238_6292187_n-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></span></span>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-14576585579084883452009-12-02T21:27:00.010-08:002010-10-26T09:18:19.692-07:00Bust Out The Adderall: It's Exam WeekIt's the moment we've all been waiting for. Everything we have worked for as students these last 3 months is coming to a culmination of stress, tears, piles of notes, and editing in a dark room with cheesy Third Eye Blind songs being added to our movies.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67zanE_sSxWaGGjObFlrIeBFYLoc2ExW38QXe887A8F4A1lueZ4XvHp_bWHp9rcimlPJl2mTdM_UxnkQdhyphenhyphendD31HaEKdUDYDYqQNCmROyTRqROJiH7I9igvFB_0vfqDunqTDpe3CFSV0/s1600-h/Tiger+Woods.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410899494457988610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67zanE_sSxWaGGjObFlrIeBFYLoc2ExW38QXe887A8F4A1lueZ4XvHp_bWHp9rcimlPJl2mTdM_UxnkQdhyphenhyphendD31HaEKdUDYDYqQNCmROyTRqROJiH7I9igvFB_0vfqDunqTDpe3CFSV0/s320/Tiger+Woods.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 136px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 181px;" /></a>I don't think I've ever sent or received so many 'sorry for being a bitch' text messages, eaten so much chocolate or ever seriously considered that time watching Gossip Girl could have been better spent studying. It has been a struggle, and not only becauseTiger Woods has drastically overshadowed my own personal drama, but because I find myself cracking under the pressure in the most surprising of ways.<br /><br />1. Turning down dates. I never, ever, in my life, turn down the chance to drink wine and talk about myself for 1.5 hours in the ritual that constitutes a first date. As long as you are funny, smart, handsome, and can pull off pastels, I usually accept.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvpVYDvVm8kAeh8WQe6eOAx1l60JGss9LF90iYlKPjTTeaYTH9YkX4ekVCXtHUU3cf2_cPutKrtQ-0IJ2HICcSfwP-uhvUNGL9wD8_KvstZc5X6TSMHeagfWDy0h45F2TSGJAY8l-oIY/s1600-h/IMG_6556.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410891299507343778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvpVYDvVm8kAeh8WQe6eOAx1l60JGss9LF90iYlKPjTTeaYTH9YkX4ekVCXtHUU3cf2_cPutKrtQ-0IJ2HICcSfwP-uhvUNGL9wD8_KvstZc5X6TSMHeagfWDy0h45F2TSGJAY8l-oIY/s320/IMG_6556.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a>2. Yelling slanderous expletives at my dog. My dog is not perfect, no one is. He likes to test himself to see how many times he can bark in one minute (his current record is 100), acknowledge what I say but never obey it, and (he'll kill me for saying this) eat cat poo. But I generally defend everything he does to the full extent of my vocabulary because he's funny, smart, handsome and can pull off pastels with flying colours. Today I found myself calling him 'a pretentious fucking asshole' in public and I knew I had really lost it.<br /><br />3. Eating only carbs. Sometimes when you're studying the fastest thing to eat is buttered noodles. A meal generally saved for geriatrics and 4 year olds, with enough salt and pepper, some pre-cooked Safeway chicken and a dash of olive oil, don't tell Nigella Lawson, but you've made yourself an OK meal .<br /><br />Quick Update on number 2: My dog literally just vomited ON MY BED. He is obviously feeling the stress too. I feel guilty now.<br /><br />4. Buying BC Wine. My friend <a href="http://twitter.com/aliciakatz">Alicia</a> texted me at the beginning of the recession 'it must be a recession, I just bought BC wine'. And it's true, honestly, I usually stick to Napa, Chile, New Zealand and the odd Blasted Church but the guy at the wine store complimented me on my hair colour and something came over me. I bought 2 bottles from BC and I have to say...this Saturna's Vintners Select Pinot Noir is pretty good.<br /><br />So in between trying to understand how studying and wine go together, I'll leave you with this. It's exam week and everyone, including my dog, is losing their mind. Just remember at the end of it all, you'll have some varying marks, a bit of bad skin, a great excuse to party, and a big sense of accomplishment. That sounded cheesy. Shit. Cue the Third Eye Blind. Watch an emotionally intense Anime cartoon set to Deep Inside Of You <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SHIH-Ch7RE">HERE</a>.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-31392622906897205832009-11-10T18:12:00.011-08:002010-10-26T09:18:49.961-07:00Anchoring vs Dating<div>It's officially 6 days, 16 hours, 54 minutes, and 7 seconds until Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gailus</span> comes to teach us News Anchoring and I'm getting really excited.<br /><br />One reason is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2tgfnbzS2nm6gLeubgdYPoMS483RkjApUQx2b1bfVCIDNCViUKhDi6q32CuRCPzbPA2IsJjqZvTC8-Ur2WTZ-hyyN1O9NI5v8ZteU3ETP4-SlbL1qqjE5i664KRBem6_zYvezYVMjB4/s1600-h/CanuckPlace+08+Tara+Scott+Chris.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402755471331801458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2tgfnbzS2nm6gLeubgdYPoMS483RkjApUQx2b1bfVCIDNCViUKhDi6q32CuRCPzbPA2IsJjqZvTC8-Ur2WTZ-hyyN1O9NI5v8ZteU3ETP4-SlbL1qqjE5i664KRBem6_zYvezYVMjB4/s320/CanuckPlace+08+Tara+Scott+Chris.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 223px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 208px;" /></a>at we did our first anchoring assignment today and actually it's a lot harder than it looks.<br /><br />I don't think I'm alone when I say that after this morning I felt a little nervous about my future as a Broadcast Journalist. At the end of our in class critique one of my classmates was on her way to Student Services to be diagnosed with dyslexia (although I wholeheartedly believe this was an over-exaggeration and a possible case of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyberchondria"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cyberchondria</span></a>). Another classmate who wishes to remain anonymous but let me just say he is 1 of 2 contributors to our favourite blog <a href="http://www.5yardcurl.blogspot.com/">The 5 Yard Curl</a>, definitely regretted (although I don't) actually singing Frank Sinatra to introduce his World Series highlights. In between wondering whether I have a speech impediment and contemplating switching <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bronzers</span>, I was at the very least speed dialing my hairdresser, <a href="http://www.theheadspace.com/">Kevin</a>, for an emergency bang trim.<br /><br />All in all this was just another day at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">BCIT</span>, which I'll take a moment to explain stands for The British Columbia Institute of Technology. It's interesting to note that daily, if not hourly, there is a technological problem resulting in videos being missed, audio not being recorded, or our dreaded computer assignments on the server being inaccessible. It makes me wonder what Institutes of Non-Technology are like... yikes! That being said, if everything worked properly then lots of <a href="http://ch3guest.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/nerd.jpg">tech nerds</a> wouldn't have jobs, tons of money and disproportionately hot girlfriends.<br />In short, my sweet Twitter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iphone</span> App wouldn't exist. And I wouldn't be attracted to men who wear <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flasses"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">flasses</span></a>.<br /><br />But let's not get off track, back to Chris <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Gailus</span>. The point of my story is that I hope he has a lot to teach us about anchoring. What I know so far about anchoring is as follows: It's a lot like dating.<br /><br />1) Blink a lot, this makes you look natural and conversational. Will try this on tomorrow's date.<br /><br />2) Move your head, but not too much. Will not be trying this on tomorrow's date.<br /><br />3) Look down frequently but not too frequently. This is getting inappropriate, it's only a second date!<br /><br />While dating and anchoring may be similar in that you have to sound intelligent, look good, and appear <a href="http://baroqueinhackney.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/obama-baby.jpg">sincere and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">likable</span></a>, the jury is still out as to which I'll be better at. I invite you all to weigh in. I know Brittany will!</div>Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-24501506014900906322009-11-07T09:17:00.015-08:002010-10-26T09:18:54.171-07:00The Amazing Race - The MarathonOn Friday afternoon Green Eggs and Tam, along with all of our fellow BCIT BJ students, took off their Journalist trench coats, put on their runners and took to the pavement for charity. Every year our instructor MK puts on a 5k run to raise money for the Michael K. Thurston High Flight Memorial Endowment - a scholarship she started in honor of her late husband.<br /><br />Both being very competitive by nature (and loving to dress up) we decided that this would be the perfect time for our very first Green Eggs and Tam Experiment. Armed in our knee high socks, short shorts and runners we took to the Great Hall and set the timer...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyC9xIhEncdAzPVUBaEMLm9PgtMJnf5CAQ49a1H7i9NwCSgura89TAu29JcQx9O-WINX46X1ceZtSdV3y87OUfn23IJy6mVNsBMcNWmd-OhYexngb3qBgxEX0FzzqvMbNB8K5BXJo6cU/s1600-h/IMG_6694.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401478129234964178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyC9xIhEncdAzPVUBaEMLm9PgtMJnf5CAQ49a1H7i9NwCSgura89TAu29JcQx9O-WINX46X1ceZtSdV3y87OUfn23IJy6mVNsBMcNWmd-OhYexngb3qBgxEX0FzzqvMbNB8K5BXJo6cU/s320/IMG_6694.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 Girls, 5 minutes, 1 chance</span>...</div><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;">Purpose:</span> To see who can raise the most money for the race.<br /><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;">Controls:</span><br /><ol><li>Location - The Great Hall - 12:35 pm</li><li>Outfit - Matching short shorts, knee highs & ponytails</li><li>Time - 5 minutes</li></ol><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;">Variables:</span><br /><ol><li>Confidence - Christine's arrogant smack talking VS Brittany's fear of asking strangers for money</li><li>Amount of Skin - Christine's bare legs VS Brittany's exposed shoulder</li></ol><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoy5U6vIVLUX90NumYJTVA488lEDlWctHhwLGpAmVzJGOIx_dfN5x_mxnk7zYmZcASgW9fTl3bVDdPTbZvstv_bBHLInJoI9yIeH5Lc9bcxcQV0yCUF5mu_mDCR1aze_UhgN3lE3ZOQY/s1600-h/IMG_6687.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401486142596217314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoy5U6vIVLUX90NumYJTVA488lEDlWctHhwLGpAmVzJGOIx_dfN5x_mxnk7zYmZcASgW9fTl3bVDdPTbZvstv_bBHLInJoI9yIeH5Lc9bcxcQV0yCUF5mu_mDCR1aze_UhgN3lE3ZOQY/s320/IMG_6687.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Stakes:</span> </span>Loser buys winner a beer at the pub after the run.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Procedure:</span> </span>Meet in the location, set the timer, divide and conquer. Both girls set off to individually ask for donations. After 5 minutes tally up the total.<br /><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;">Observations:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Christine:</span> Approached only male students and one professor. Many claimed not to have any money on them. Got yelled at once by the grumpy professor.<br /><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Techniques included:</span> running on the spot to show athleticism, shameless amounts of flirting and rubbing her bare legs.</li></ul><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Brittany:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Approached any male or female who would listen and some who wouldn't. Many ignored her attempts and glared disapprovingly.<br /><ul><li><span style="font-style: italic;">Techniques included:</span> lengthy explanations of the cause, sussing out other media students and drawing attention to her outfit. </li></ul><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;">Results: </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Christine</span>: $4.62<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Brittany:</span> $13.17<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Conclusion:</span></span><span style="color: #cc33cc;"> </span>In a shocking turn of events Brittany tripled Christine's fundraising efforts. Turns out Christine's overconfidence was no match for Brittany's competitive determination. All in all this was a successful first Green Eggs and Tam Experiment and an extra $17.79 was raised for the charity.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pzihsjDWbwz-A4Q42Jcg0Ey60qJaEmIyBcff8gUxcZ3pkHAVu7AKCnfvXeEQ8vmZC_XyfyYCPg3pphLzUIFq2v7mZSNEY6oTFDS5oh-Zvk4oZayVhES1H2GJuaAXa5NACWObHSTro00/s1600-h/IMG_6689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401495755096461794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0pzihsjDWbwz-A4Q42Jcg0Ey60qJaEmIyBcff8gUxcZ3pkHAVu7AKCnfvXeEQ8vmZC_XyfyYCPg3pphLzUIFq2v7mZSNEY6oTFDS5oh-Zvk4oZayVhES1H2GJuaAXa5NACWObHSTro00/s320/IMG_6689.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="color: #cc33cc; font-weight: bold;"><br />Comments:</span><br /><br />"Brittany kicked my ass and I was a little demoralized. I was, however, able to rally from the defeat and come out on top in the run. I wasn't counting or anything but if I was to guess, I'd say I beat her by about 13 minutes and 54 seconds." - <span style="font-style: italic;">Christine </span><br /><br />"No way man! First of all I did the run even with a major knee injury. Christine is just mad because she got her ass handed to her on a platter. Plus, I won't even get into who raised the most money pre-experiment. Actually, lets get into it: Brittany $50/Christine $10. FYI Christine's bank statements reveal, she took $10 out right before the run." - <span style="font-style: italic;">Brittany</span><br /><br />Until next time....<br /><br />xx<br />Green Eggs and TamBrittany Greensladehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405430045878966224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-74484836302781939322009-11-04T20:50:00.013-08:002012-06-07T21:47:50.209-07:0025 Things You Probably Don't Want To Know About...ChristineHere is my list. Brittany is always faster than me. She finishes her computer assignments ahead of me, shows up a couple minutes earlier than me in the morning, and posts her blogs about six hours before mine. I'm coming to terms with it.<br />
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1. I have three kidneys...you have two. It's surprising how many people don't know that.<br />
2. I quit smoking 3 months ago and only ever crave them when <a href="http://blogs.nashvillescene.com/pitw/don%20draper%20final.jpg">Don Draper</a> smokes in bed.<br />
3. I tried to legally change my name to Pumpkin Tam when I was four years old.<br />
4. I love to fish. I'm currently working on developing the Fish Bonking App for iPhone because I don't like killing them. I DO however like to gut them and eventually eat them.<br />
5. I'm not ashamed to say I watch The Hills and The City and debrief both with my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/catmckean?ref=ts">Mom</a> after.<br />
6.<a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/sivault/multimedia/photo_gallery/0804/nhl.players.resembling.entertainers/images/teemu-selanne-rufus-sewell.jpg"> Teemu Selanne</a> is my favourite hockey player.<br />
7. The fact that I think he is handsome plays a part in that.<br />
8. My favourite baseball player is <a href="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/si/2009/writers/tom_verducci/05/15/old.players/magglio-ordonez.jpg">Magglio Ordonez</a><br />
9. His looks have very little to do with that.<br />
10. Like my boy Bill Simmons, I believe the best movie of all time is Almost Famous. Read his mash up of top 50 AF quotes set to the winners and losers of the NBA's 2009 free-agent buying spree <a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090727">here</a>. (old article but still sexy)<br />
11. My favourite bottle of wine (and this varies weekly/monthly/hormonally) is <a href="http://www.oysterbaywines.com/wines_pin.html">Oyster Bay PinotNoir.</a><br />
12. I thought the Facebook '25 Things' trend was really dumb and made fun of people who did it...<br />
13. In high school I was a little awkward looking...people used to call me Turtle Boy & (c/o Hayley Gusola) Skeleton Bones....I'm pretty much over it.<br />
14. My celebrity sightings include an intimate evening on a yacht with John Cusack (who wore gloves in July), a <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">very </span></span>long elevator ride with Michael Buble and his ego, and serving Zac Efron a carb friendly meal.<br />
15. I secretly love country music. All they sing about is beer, driving, playing pool, and shooting people. It makes me really happy.<br />
16. My favourite place to go on a date right now (and where Brittany and I had our first) is <a href="http://habitlounge.ca/intro.htm">Habit</a> on Main and 10th.<br />
17. Even though my resume says I am, I am not detail oriented.<br />
18. <a href="http://www.danmanganmusic.com/site/chameleonplayer_pop_up.html">Dan Mangan</a>, Bon Iver, and Band of Horses routinely make me cry when they come on the radio.<br />
19. I wear men's cologne. I worry all the time that <a href="http://remote.lohudblogs.com/files/2008/08/esteban.jpg">Esteban from Weeds</a> wouldn't approve.<br />
20. I prefer flowers over chocolate.<br />
21. I think Jennifer Lopez is way too good for Marc Anthony. 79% of that belief comes from that Dakota Fanning movie where she gets kidnapped.<br />
22. I used to teach Sex Ed to high school students in the Lower Mainland. I was that person who taught you how to put a condom on a wooden penis. I also used to dress up as a superhero called <a href="http://www.planetahead.ca/know/know.shtml">Lucy Lube</a>...<br />
23. I will never turn down a poker game.<br />
24. I went traveling in Costa Rica this past summer. When my Dad emailed me asking how Puerto Rico was I didn't correct him.<br />
25. I am excited about getting older. I like how every year I think I know everything and how the next year I look back and laugh at how I knew nothing. And on and on and so forth and so forth.Christine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-65366569366236323152009-11-04T20:15:00.005-08:002010-10-26T09:19:07.293-07:0025 Things You Might Not Know About.... Brittany<div>Upon venturing into the big, bad, blog world, Christine and I both thought maybe we should let you all in on a few things you may not know (or want to know) about each of us. So without further ado here are 25 things about Brittany:<br /><br /><br /><ol><li>I am obsessed with sour cream; we're not talking a drop or a dollop here people, I am talking scoops and mounds of full-fat goodness.</li><li>I started my own Mexican Familia. My name is Juan Carlos and I am the head of the familia. There are 30+ members.</li><li>I could eat sushi every single day and <span style="font-weight: bold;">NEVER </span>get sick of it.</li><li>I read 4 tabloid magazines a week and always do the crossword in the back of Star.</li><li>I love Costco. Plain and simple. What's not to love... go in hungry, come out full and satisfied. Plus, who doesn't love things that come in bulk! </li><li>I moved back to Vancouver in April of this year and still have not finished unpacking!!</li><li>I don't understand why baseball has 9 innings, what can they not do in 5?</li><li>I have a fear of fish - I use Fish Finder on the boat to tell me where <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>to swim.</li><li>I love Journey. Don't Stop Believin' is one of my all time favorite songs (and my ringtone).</li><li>Dance parties are always appropriate - any time, any place - tell me where and I am there!</li><li>I firmly believe that you should always use an accent when you quote people in the retelling of a story...its <span style="font-weight: bold;">ALWAYS </span>funnier!</li><li>My stories often have no point.</li><li>I have watched Russell Peters: Red, White and Brown over 50 times and laugh just as hard everytime.</li><li>I don't sing in the shower but I do love listening to people that do.</li><li>I have extreme road rage and often scream loudly in my car at bad drivers.</li><li>I swore I would never Tweet... you can follow me at <a href="http://www.twitter.com/bgreenslade">www.twitter.com/bgreenslade</a>.</li><li>My phone bill is on average 47 pages long.</li><li>I talk - a LOT.</li><li>My university class schedule revolved around Oprah. She is my higher power... have you SEEN her shoe closet people!</li><li>I still get up every Christmas morning at 5 am <span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>wake up everyone in my house to open stockings - they do NOT approve.</li><li>The first concert I ever attended was Puff Daddy and the Family.</li><li>I never <span style="font-style: italic;">want </span>anything, I always <span style="font-style: italic;">need </span>it.</li><li>If nothing exciting happened in my day, I do not want to talk to you and will make you feel stupid for trying.</li><li>Did I mention how often I talk??</li><li>Up until the age of 23 I refused to eat lunch at a restaurant alone.</li></ol></div>Brittany Greensladehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405430045878966224noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-524123775523202620.post-53501838712676179532009-11-03T21:21:00.002-08:002010-10-26T09:19:11.488-07:00The Prophecy of Green Eggs and Tam<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNJscIis9VGTSnCt79yesSJsHscoiGT7ox06dSODb7WAa0HtLPRtGVLaT0FTPFW78xfP5omrROTPTOf3Q-ZnKBvbtpyoHzmS5_Fw_qxNAuw0aCpB0uewc9m_mPclL33Y2INeZPUhStD0/s1600-h/geat+profpic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400325810436859346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyNJscIis9VGTSnCt79yesSJsHscoiGT7ox06dSODb7WAa0HtLPRtGVLaT0FTPFW78xfP5omrROTPTOf3Q-ZnKBvbtpyoHzmS5_Fw_qxNAuw0aCpB0uewc9m_mPclL33Y2INeZPUhStD0/s320/geat+profpic.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 261px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 170px;" /></a>Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Brittany and Christine Show, the aforementioned shall hitherto be referred to as...Green Eggs and Tam! The short, albeit sordid history of our blog lies in what some see as a coincidence but what we call destiny. Just like <a href="http://eamesharlan.org/tptt/r_and_j11.html">The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet</a> (but without all that dying drama) these star-crossed bloggers were meant to be together to entertain you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Two girls, both alike in lack of dignity<br />In fair Vancouver, where we layer clothes<br />Upon meeting in September 2009,<br />We discovered ancient common enemies,<br />Break to 79 mutual Facebook friends.<br />From forth the friendship of these two brunettes,<br />A pair of star-cross'd bloggers share their lives.<br />Whole misadventures from opposite ends of the city<br />Is now the fearless content of our website.<br />To which if you with patient eyes and ears attend,<br />What here shall post, will strive to amuse our friends. </span><br /><br />P.s. Thanks to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Shakespeare">Willy Shakes</a> for the inspiration<br /><br /><span style="color: #ff99ff; font-weight: bold;">Top 10 Signs Green Eggs And Tam was meant to be</span><span style="color: #ff99ff;">:</span><br /><br /><ol><li>Growing up, both were figure skaters </li><li>Both went to university in Montreal</li><li>Both currently attend the Broadcast Journalism Program at BCIT, Grad 2011, Set F</li><li>Already had 79 mutual Facebook friends before they even met</li><li>Walked into class one Friday morning wearing the exact same Abercrombie and Fitch sweater ...from TWO SEASONS AGO </li><li>Instead of finding #5 embarrassing, bonding occurred</li><li>Both have small dogs </li><li>Both refer to their exes as <a href="http://thetorchonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/voldemort2.jpg">Voldemort</a> "He Who Shall Not Be Named" aka the Darklord from HP</li><li>Both show up for morning class obscenely early </li><li>Both subscribe to the 'it's 5 o'clock somewhere' rule</li></ol><br />This concludes our inaugural post. We look forward to blogging with you!<br /><br />xx<br />Brittany Greenslade and Christine TamChristine Tamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10575803046076076097noreply@blogger.com1