Really? You’re going out for dinner with your “partner?” Meeting up with your “partner” on Sunday?
Come on! What are you? Bridge players? Pairs figure skaters?
Can we just say “boyfriend,” “girlfriend,” “wife” or whatever the hell our “partners” really are?
Probably not. I’ll be quiet now and slink on back to my cave.
The Alberta government announced this morning that they will be opening a judicial inquiry into whether the incompetence of the Edmonton Oilers hockey team over the past nine years has been the cause of the worldwide drop in oil prices of over 40 percent in just over a month.
The Edmonton Oilers announced today that they have decided not keep paying royalties for their victory song in 2015 since “it was unlikely we’d ever need it this year.”
Subtle and nuanced pastiche about the effects on a small group of friends after mysterious aliens contact earth and offer the “gift” of immortality and interstellar ambassadorships to humankind. More psycho/sociological than science fiction. Superb.
Here’s a question for you. There’s this guy you work with, married, and you both play on the same company sports team. You accept his invitation for a drink back in his hotel room You’re single, he’s not, but he makes a pass at you. You’re not drunk. You don’t say “no.” You don’t leave. Instead, you get on the bed and hand him a condom. We next cut to a scene full of birds and bees.
A clear case of sexual harassment, no? It must be, because the man in question, a Liberal Member of Parliament, who has been kicked out of caucus by the Liberal leader, without the right to defend himself or face his accuser. In a scene out of Kafka, he’s guilty without being able to defend himself.
The accuser, an NDP Member of Parliament, was the one who provided the details above, all the while insisting on her anonymity as well as her victimhood.
The only real victim here is the guy’s wife. And the Liberal “leader’s” judgement.