POP CULTURED, THE BLOG: LIKE ANDY ROONEY, BUT WITH LIP GLOSS
Le Monde, Money, Haiti.
Haiti is flawed and there are many injustices that must be denounced. Many things have to change, I know this. Condescendence, however is also a flaw that helas, too often rears its ugly head whenever the West talks about Haiti. That too, must change.
Thanks For The Beats, 2011.
Like many, my life has a soundtrack. Music is both solace & motivation, every single day. Silence might be golden but music, is platinum. 2011 was a year of many things, including great tracks
Les maladresses de Dany Turcotte et la triste évidence que le rêve de Martin Luther King n’ est souvent encore que ça.
Les maladresses de Dany Turcotte sont lourdes. Parce que just like that, elles nous rappellent que trop souvent, la première chose qu’on considère c’est la race, la différence. Ce qui nous rappelle aussi que le rêve de Martin Luther King n’a pas encore été réalisé.
Welcome back, Koppel.
I liked Ted Koppel as much as I did Simon Lebon. Because like Lebon, Koppel was the leader of a cool band. The Nightline band.
Reminder From The Wise Men ::
Everyone is a teacher. Never has this adage been truer than this week, for me at least. My teachers in recent days have been Jack Layton & Steve Jobs. Layton, a Canadian politician and chief of the official opposition, passed away a few days ago after a ferocious battle against cancer. Then yesterday, Apple’s architect [...]
Lessons From The Red Head & From The Enfant Terrible.
Last weekend, Conan O’Brien delivered the Commencement Address at Ivy League Darmouth. There was nothing conventional about it. Not its tone, not its delivery and certainly not its message. I suppose that’s why I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw it
Magic and HIV: 20 years later.
At the time, the disease was associated to homosexuals, hemophiliac and junkies. And, just like that, Magic broke that stereotype and whether or not he wanted to, he became the face of HIV/AIDS.
Why I Broke Up With Donald Trump.
At 16, I wanted to marry Donald Trump. I was in my last year of high school and I did many book reports on the man (based on his book The Art Of The Deal) and on his character (based on unauthorized biographies). At the time, Donald Trump was Mister New York. He isn’t anymore.
Lettre d amour à Oprah.
En 25 ans passés sur les bancs de votre école, je me suis épanouie. Bien au-delà de la couleur de votre peau, qui est la même que la mienne, j’admirais vos faiblesses, parce que vous avez su les convertir de passives à actives. Votre passé trouble et votre constant combat avec votre poids sont certaines des caractéristiques qui ont fait de vous l’une de nous. Mais il y a vos forces aussi: votre culot, votre curiosité et, bien sûr, votre générosité, qui a fait rougir les plus riches de cette planète.
Miseducated.
In 1998, I had a bad breakup. Breakups are rarely easy but this one was particularly difficult because not only was I heartbroken but also, my ego was crushed to its core. I was too proud to cry on anyone’s shoulder so I sulked for longer than I wish to admit and found therapy via [...]
Already One Year.
I wanted to write something deep and meaningful on this one-year anniversary. But the images of despair I see in the media drown my words. I’m still heartbroken with a sense of powerlessness. I’m in dismay at the millions of dollars that have been sent by generous citizens of the world and that have yet [...]
Boys Can Cry But Girls Cannot.
I was never a particular big fan of former Speaker of the House, Nancy Pelosi. I didn’t dislike her but I didn’t look up to her like I do a Kamala Harris or a Hillary Clinton. Then, she lost her position at the last mid-term elections and I saw her for who she was: a [...]












