Auteur : Martine

Darren, do they make them for cats? Because with two bloggers in the house, it’s the kitten who gets lonely.

– SOLD (a day later)-

OK, guys. I’ve been reading all your blogs and many of you are complaining about the heat and how you can’t sleep at night and how you’re sick of the humidity. I may have just what you need. We just got a nice a/c system installed in the house so I now have a portable air conditioner to sell. I bought it two years ago when I lived on the second floor of an apartment on the Plateau where they would have probably found me dead and covered in mold if I hadn’t bought that machine.

It’s the portable type, the kind that stands up on wheels and that you can drag from room to room to accompany you in your various activities. Perfect for people who work from home! It’s easy to store in the winter and the miracle is that there is no installation required. No screwdriver, no piece of wood in your window. Nada. It comes with all the stuff you need to get your bedroom to feel cool TONIGHT.

It’s a Danby DPAC8020 and it’s in fine shape. I still have the original box and all the receipts. 8,000 BTU, dehumidifies, fairly quiet (as far as a/c goes), with a timer and a remote control. It even comes with a VHS explaining how the machine works so you won’t even need to go to the video store tonight to get yourself a movie to watch in your cool room. (You HAVE to watch that video. It’s really funny.)

I bought it at Rona for 799.95$ (920.15$ after tax) and I’m willing to let it go for half of its price – or if you give me enough to buy myself one of those (the 20GB one).

Send me an email at martyne -a- hotmail.

« Now, maybe Beckham and Jonathan and the guys on « Strip Search » represent a new, more flexible form of masculinity that’s wild and free and unafraid of seeming gay. Maybe the smoothie can show off and enjoy being objectified without feeling self-conscious about it. Women have had far more freedom to express themselves or hide in masculine clothing for years; it makes sense that men would follow suit eventually. We should probably applaud the newfound freedom and the joy these young men take in being objectified; we should probably stand up and cheer when these shiny boy toys shake their asses and pout like Britney; we should encourage them to dress with flair and enjoy those spa treatments and dream their big Chippendale’s-style dreams.

We should, but we can’t. Because these men might be looking for visual perfection, but we’re not. There’s just something a little bit unappealing about men who spend far more time on themselves than most women do. When the previews for next week’s « Average Joe » flashed an invasion of blond ab monkeys in matching red sports cars, flashing white teeth and spiked hair and shiny, tan six-packs, all I could think was, Where’s the variety? Who wants a bunch of pumped-up clones with the exact same body type?

And what’s so wrong with a little chest hair, anyway? »

From Meet the Smoothies, by Heather Havrilesky in Salon.