Bland City

My Ericsson just rang, and it took my eyes off of my computer screen.

It was a certain friend of mine who's at the Spice Girl's Toronto show right now. I'm guessing she's all sweaty in her black Uggs. All that I heard from the other end were distorted vocals and screeeeams.

Secretly guys, I never really got into the Spice Girls. BUT I totally missed my best friend's Grade 6 birthday party because I had to go to a Spice Girl's "Tribute Show". Worst night ever. Not only was Scary Spice white, but I ended up tucking my skirt into my underwear.

Eternally scandalous-- Except right now. I'm reading, but it's some quality words. So Toronto Star's David Graham wants to see how Canadians stand on gay marriage. He drove from BC to NFLD in a dark-blue Saturn and approached truckers and giggly 19-year-olds for their opinions.

For me it's completely a non-issue. I've danced with the sassiest drags, gotten hit on by the french-canadian Ellen (who gushed to me, "Je veux votre coeur"), endured conversations about gay sex, and have experienced, what, like 10 of my high school friends come out? But I'm a liberal-minded, perceptive 20-year-old chick. I'm not like Jerry Bluda who Graham approached at a McDonalds in Lloydminster, Sask.

He says that "Marriage is for a man and a woman." He also admits he has a "queer" cousin in Ottawa with whom he does not communicate. "We have nothing to talk about."

Fine, Bluda. I'm sure he'd rather not associate with your face, which im sure is topped off with a mesh trucker cap. FYI if my brother were gay I'd still love him. Maybe more than i already do. At least we'd share some common ground.

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