I live in the East end of Toronto, which Woodgreen services, and i think they a fantastic organisation. It's really wonderful to see them getting wide scale recognition for the work they do.

I see these ads every day on the subway to and from work, and I think they are fantastic. "What if we cared about those living in poverty as much as we care about celebrities" - that hits home pretty directly. Also, Woodgreen is an excellent organization. My $0.02.

Your daughter will not have an IPod touch, True Religion Jeans, A North Face Jacket...however she will have a deep hatred for her father and an excellent career on the pole alongside colleagues named Diamond and Minaj.

A smart child would not constrain their wants to that little list. I want $1000, I need a pony, I would wear a Rolex, and I would read the instructions to the Powerwheels Santa's bringing me.

Freakin A, Canadian santa is the bomb! Why do you guys get all the nice things?

Do you need postage for the USPS to deliver to Santa? In Canada you can send an unstamped letter and it still gets to him and he writes back in whatever language you wrote to him in (even Braille). Santa loves Canadians.

I just howled with laughter for a straight minute. And I'm a wife. +1

"A little thing that can turn into anything at anytime."

Ah yes, look at how obese I am:

God, I'm glad thongs have gone out of fashion. I'm a bit of an underwear fanatic (I haven't worn a mismatched set since I was 14, that's how obsessed we're talking) and for ages my options were pretty limited because every nice bra came with what my mum calls "bum floss".

This is how you SLAY in Prada. Good try, everyone else. Pack up your stations and go home.

No... nope no. I get it. We all love Kerry Washington and wish we were her. That dress was so insanely out of character awful. It looked like a kids school project.

THIS. This is how you wear Prada.

I cannot wait to watch the Wendy Davis biopic starring Connie Britton that I'm writing in my head right now.

Thank you thank you for your screaming and shouting and clapping and getting your voice heard!

I spent something like 15 hours in the Senate gallery today. I was part of the first crowd in the room and one of the very last few people out of it. I'm surprised I have a voice at the end of that—I screamed more in 13 minutes than I ever did during any Mardi Gras. I scraped skin off my pinkie finger from my ring…

Isn't this just sex work? I mean, it's just sex work, right?

I'll gladly take that hug!

I could kiss you right now. Come here and let me at least give you a hug.

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