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Amy Walter. Adorable.

Amy Walter. Adorable.

One encounters over the course of one’s life a limited number of people of whom it might be said that they are adorable. Not beautiful, although beautiful they may be. Not sexy, although that too is possible. People you are drawn to without being sexually attracted to. People at whom you cannot not look. People who do not fail to make you smile, who are the human equivalent of puppies. You know — adorable people.

Here are some of the people I find adorable, in no particular order:

  • Ellen Degeneres
  • Ellen Page
  • Amy Walter of the Cook Political Report
  • Michelle Williams
  • Seth Myers
  • Trevor Noah
  • And yes, Canada’s new Prime Minister, Justin Trudeau.
Matthew, from Downtown Abbey

Matthew from Downtown Abbey. Too adorable to die.

Jian Ghomeshi was adorable until he wasn’t and Dan Stevens, the actor who played Matthew on Downtown Abbey, is so adorable that, after they pulled the plug on his character, I didn’t have the heart to watch another season. “I can’t believe they killed Matthew!” I lamented on Facebook, garnering this chilly response from my brother Peter: “Thanks for the spoiler.  I’m still in Season 2.”   My sister Pamela shared my distress: “What is the point of Downtown Abbey if there’s no Matthew?” she wondered.


During the recent Canadian federal election, my friend Andrea worked with a woman assigned the task of driving Liberal Leader Justin Trudeau between speaking engagements. It was warm outside and, having sweated through his shirt at the first engagement, he was obliged to change into a fresh one in the back seat of her car.

“It was the greatest moment of my life!” she remembers.

"Handsome Canadian Prime Minister greets adorable Syrian refugees."

“Handsome Canadian Prime Minister greets adorable Syrian refugees.” Damn straight!

Recently Justin Trudeau was on hand to personally greet the first plane full of Syrian refugees coming to Canada. Slate’s headlined its Facebook post on the event this way:  “Handsome Canadian Prime Minister greets adorable Syrian refugees.”  A great photo op? Of course. Grandstanding? Grand gesture is more like it. And why not? In this sad, sorry world of ours, with so many of our neighbours to the South and not a few grumpy old Canadians  roiling in xenophobia and entitlement, there’s no such thing as too much adorable.

Trudeau welcomes Syrian refugees

Syrian refugees take selfies with the Prime Minister. Adorable.



Sayonara, Jian Ghomeshi

Jian Ghomeshi

Jian Ghomeshi

Last week was all about the Ottawa shooter and the Jihadi inspired murder of two Canadian soldiers on home soil.

This week was all about Jian Ghomeshi.

For non-Canadians and Americans who do not listen to NPR, Jian Ghomeshi is . . . was a popular radio host with the Canadian Broadcasting Company (CBC). A writer, producer and musician (Moxy Fruvous, anyone?), Ghomeshi was the poster boy for the new Canada – youngish, hip, metrosexual and multicultural, urbane, sophisticated and engaging. Cute, too, in a furry sort of way. Unfortunately, as was revealed this week, he also likes to beat up women, a number of whom have recently come forward to present evidence against him.

Now I am not a fun person. I don’t like games or dressing up or role playing. Heck. I have enough trouble just being me, without taking on any alternate personas. BDSM seems like silly posturing to me at best and, at worst, a serious (and I do mean serious) pain in the whatever.  This being said, I am aware that BDSM is some people’s thing. Just look at the popularity of Fifty Shades of Grey, which I, incidentally, refuse to read because, you know, why would I?

This is the crux of the problem:

Ghomeshi characterizes his sexual relations with the women in question as consensual, in which case it’s just good old garden variety BDSM, nothing to see here, folks, just move along.

The women, on the other hand, say that it was not consensual. That makes it sexual assault, in which case it’s whoa, back up here, what exactly are we looking at?

Then there’s the question of intent. It’s reasonable to assume that, in most sexual assault cases, the perpetrator at some point thinks, “I’m sure whalloping the Hell out of this woman,” whereas Ghomeshi might have only been thinking, “Whee!”

The jury’s out on which it is — fun with whips or battery. The real jury, that is. The jury of public opinion has already cast Ghomeshi so far outside the garden that a return to grace is probably not in the cards. Even if he were able to prove the biting, slapping, punching and choking were consensual, he has lost whatever credibility he might once have had. As anyone who has ever had a kid in preschool knows, no one likes a biter.

"Big Ears"

“Big Ears”

I believe the women who have come forward and this is why.  According to two accounts, before launching a full scale attack upon his dates, Ghomeshi is reported to have said that “Big Ears,” his stuffed therapy teddy bear, “shouldn’t see this,”  whereupon he turned the toy to face in the opposite direction and had at it.

I’m sorry. You can’t make that shit up.

In conclusion, there’s nobody I don’t feel sorry for in this matter:

  • The women who, in addition to the pain and suffering inflicted, have had to live, some of them for years, second-guessing themselves, trying to figure out how it could have happened that they were so wrong about Ghomeshi . . . or he so wrong about them. Not to mention the considerable ick factor.
  • The CBC, which has lost a valuable asset  at a time when the Conservative government threatens the public broadcaster’s very existence and will seize on anything to discredit and dismantle it. (So now Rick Mercer has to do everything!)
  • And finally, Ghomeshi himself, whose arguably brilliant career has so ignominiously foundered on the Shoals of Stupid, who might have saved himself had he simply confined his activities to the BDSM community or, at least, secured a better therapist than a stuffed animal.

RIP, Jian Ghomeshi’s career, and, “Big Ears,” maybe it would have been better if you had looked.