Before the Future was Female

 

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I was a woman before my body was represented as a pear and the space in-between my legs was drawn as a peach.

I was a woman before we marched and cheered and screamed and found our voices.

I was a woman before time was up.

I was a woman in a small town wanting to take a “boys only” grade ten weight lifting class.

I was a woman when they told me it was only for boys and to try photography.

I was a woman when I was picked last at recess.

I was a woman when I was the only female on the field.

I was a woman before it was okay to yell.

I’ve always yelled.

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I was a woman before I had mentors and heroines of my kind.

I was a woman before I was a #Girlboss, honestly, I think I’m just a boss.

I was a woman before the future was female.

I was a woman before Instagram told me to post about it, before Facebook encouraged me to share.

I was a woman when I first learned things aren’t always going to be fair.

I was a woman before I was harassed for the first time.

And second.

And third.

And fourth time.

I was a woman when my dad taught me how to throw a football.

I was a woman when my grandfather taught me about the stock market.

I was a woman when my brother taught me about computers.

I was a woman when my ex boyfriend told me not to correct his sports knowledge in front of his friends. LOL YA RIGHT BUD. FIO.

Now, we celebrate.

We celebrate every woman, no matter if she was or wasn’t one last year.

We celebrate every woman, no matter the colour of her skin.

We celebrate every woman no matter who she lets into her bed.

I was a woman before I knew all the wonderful, beautiful, and powerful meanings of being one.

Happy International Women’s Day to all my queens.

 

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Tracing Trajectory

Did you ever think you were supposed to land somewhere and then suddenly you’re some place extremely different?

You saw it, you visualized it. The job, the house, the partner, whatever your goal, you saw it clearly.

Then something happened.

A bad relationship, an illness, a few bad bounces, and your trajectory was thrown severly off track. You can still see your goal. You still visualize where you want to end up. But days turn to weeks and weeks turn to days and you’re no where near where you wanted to be, where you thought you’d be. You’re a bit lost.

Maybe your trajectory stayed on track. Maybe you landed right where you were supposed to.

But if you didn’t, if you feel like some days you constantly question how this happened, maybe then we can talk a little more.

 

Still Searching, Still Finding

It’s been awhile since I posted about music. I used to love sharing thoughts on favourite songs and tracks- ones that I’m sure would get radio play and ones that would never reach 5 000 streams.

I loved them all the same.

Here are the songs I listened to today

1. Driving back to Toronto listening to some pop radio station cause I love indie and pop when I drive. Man listen, it’s catchy and you know it.

2. Played out this heater when I walked to eat paella at Carmen for a birthday dinner with my girlfriends. I ate too much chorizo and potatoes bravas, but it reminded me of Barcelona- and that’s my soul right there.

 

3. While researching  some new contracts and jobs I would reallllllly like to land. (Also eating popcorn)

 

Night.

The Definitive Ranking of a Selected Assortment of Croissants in Toronto

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It’s that time of year again, where I bless you with all the hard work, research, and eating I’ve done the past year to give you the Definitive Ranking of a Selected Assortment of Croissants in Toronto.

Last edition of this was inspired y a Miss. Natassha Cruz after asking me where the best croissants were around where we worked- King and John. Any snack lover will tell you this is not the best food area in Toronto. Luckily, this past March, Syd and I moved to snack mecca of Toronto- Dundas and Ossington. The increase in walkable great snacks has had a direct correlation with an increase in happiness. Most places featured on this list are in around home base but others are listed that I’ve just come across- no croissy is safe.

Below please see a selection of shops and restaurants serving croissants and all relevant information- including address, availability, over ranking and comments.

(Yes you have to zoom in. Sorry- I’m not a developer, I’m a snacker.)

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I hope you have a very flakey, buttery, beautiful day.

Missed The Morning Pulse

 

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I know, I’ve been quiet for a little bit. Well, at least online anyways, I don’t think I’m ever quiet in real life.

However, I am trying to change this.

I want to write more, and the best way to do that, is to just do it.

So hi! Me again.

Update on life: working three (and a half) jobs, all part time, all helping me fulfill different goals in my life. A little lost, but inspired and energized as well. Today really helped with the energizing. I head to Chicago in three weeks with my twin flame. Stay tuned for Chi Flames edition. If you know about Los Flames (Angeles) or Sassfransisco, you know it’s going to be a wild time. Luckily, the 3.5 jobs allow me to take this mini weekend getaway.

Job #1: Equinox- Why not work for one of the best and most recognized brands in North America? I love the community and the people especially- really inspiring and very motivating in helping achieve fitness and health goals. I like it. I have a trainer and he helps me ~schlurpppp~ – which is Claire-speak for tighten. He gets me.

Job #2: La Palma- Trendy and hipstery restaurant on Dundas W. V cool and delish spot. I support. No really, that’s the title “Support” I essentially do everything- but take orders. Yes, I would rather be getting that server guap. But for now, this does the trick. Great people, a little mundane with the tasks, but there’s very little stress and the ability to come and go and book time off is the best thing about service. I’m also doing my best to learn about wine so hopefully will be serving Perseco and selling flat irons all damn day soon enough.

Job #3: Giftgowns- A meaningful and great opportunity presented to me by my cousin, Katie. I work doing influencer outreach, cold calling, and every odd job in between to help get this start up to a scale up and beyond. We work out of the DMZ at Yonge and Dundas, today was my first full day in the office- errr space. It’s going.

So for the first time in about 5 months, I was up at 7:30, I got out of bed a half hour later, and was out the door and grabbing a bagel at Schmaltz Appetizing (see pic [new location Dundas and Oss WHATS GOOD?!]) by 8:30, office by 9am via Dundas 505.

In the time I have been absent from the morning commute, I almost forgot about the pulse. I missed it. I missed the pace of the mornings in the city. The hustle. When you work off hours you lose the beat; you miss the steps. Today, I got that feeling again.

To go get it.

I did work all morning.

I grabbed my lunch at the Eaton’s Centre. Well, my banana and oat bar from Starbucks- still full from bagel.

Worked all afternoon. Hustle. Hustle. Hustle. 

I made plans for after work- meeting Maria at Patois then the Nicolas Jaar concert.

Little things- the routine of it all.  I forgot how much I missed it all.

I rescheduled my training session tomorrow for 9:30am. I wanted to feel the morning pulse again. The traffic of rush hour doesn’t bother me much. It means people are working, the community is thriving. Flourish. One time.

Oh, you want to know what the half job is? I’ll get back to writing about it soon, I promise.

When the Desert Feels Like Home

I went to Coachella.

However, by venturing into the desert I actually went home.

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The talent at Coachella is second to none. There are definitely aspects of the festival where improvements can be made, but in terms of artists, I don’t think another festival holds a candle to this line up.

So how do you choose? How do you choose between staying in the beer garden with friends, grabbing food and running into the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen in VIP, Skepta, The Belleville Three or anything inbetween? Well, for my first Coachella (as I constantly had to repeat) I decided to go home.

I made an effort to see Toronto acts. Why? I know I know. I could see them at MOD club, or beg this person or that person for a ticket, but I wanted to see how Toronto was received on the international scale. I went to see Nav who brought out the Weeknd, and Future who called out the best or worst thing to happen to Toronto (depending on who you ask), Drake. I ventured into the Sahara tent for Tory Lanez, and caught the middle part of Majid Jordan’s performance.

In short: Toronto was received well. Really fucking well. The talent and popularity of Toronto artists could not be overlooked and to witness that was pretty rad.

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I saw groups go absolutely wild when Drake was brought on stage and then recite “Gyalchester” in its entirety.  Yes, when living in Toronto it’s easy to overlook the celebrity of our current pop stars. It’s easy when we are constantly exposed to a new OVO merch drop, radio show or label signee from around the 403W but seeing these artists at arguably the biggest festival was something special. People went wild wild for them. When the Weeknd came out people rushed over to the tent, simultaneously exposing the up and comer, Nav, to hundreds of new fans.

I’m proud to live in Toronto, and if these stars prove to be a reason why someone takes a second glance at Toronto and contemplates visiting, then yes, let the kids sing.

Of course I mixed in the acts I deemed unmissable- The xx, Nicolas Jaar, BANKS, Stormzy etc (as well as a Day 3 bacon grilled cheese en route from the magical healing Rose Garden to Lorde at mainstage- duh).

Going to Coachella and in turn the desert was such a wonderful experience, but to be able to feel a sense of home while standing in the middle Indio, CA was truly heartwarming, and a little emotional- just like Toronto likes it.

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Stay Home at Club 120

I’ve talked about the feeling of home. The feeling of finding a place, or being with someone that makes everything feel a little bit more comfortable.

This is what we want. We want you to Stay Home.

When I moved to Toronto not too long ago, it was the small intimate parties that quickly stole my heart. They felt like home. They were close knit and had a sense of family. The kicker; the music was fucking dope.

Now fortunate enough to help throw parties like the ones I first attended (only better- imo) with my favourite people in the city.

On Friday, March 31 My Side Project (comprised of Yung Choe, Big Daddi Hale and myself) team up with the boys of All Blak Records to invite you to Stay Home at Club 120. We invite you to be amongst friends, and experience what this city truly has to offer. And let me tell ya, it’s pretty fuckin great.

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On the decks we have a buffet (ps. this is maybe one of my favourite words in the English language, who doesn’t love a buffet?!) of what they do best- play music to make you feel, dance, shake, move, and most likely stay out way later than you intended.

Don’t worry it’s a Friday.

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As a little taste before the big night check out these sets by the boys:

Steve Marto- NORTHMIX

Steve Hale- Purple

Paul Quzz- Lost in Chinatown

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So please, stay home.

(this event is unofficially sponsored by Nando’s)