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“Our most vocal critics and our instant experts are the very people who have never walked a minute in our shoes.”
Former top cop Julian Fantino is a blowhard to the end. The police have criticized everybody including politicians without “walking in their shoes,” which isn’t a prerequisite for informed comment – something Fantino offered very little of during his incompetent reign.
Bell’s creepy Internet fears
Bell offers to save your kids from “inappropriate content” on the Internet to market its Sympatico service. A graphic on its direct mail flyer shows a textbook with the “inappropriate” parts of a woman’s body cut out – you know, the “icky” ovaries, breasts and vagina. It’s time the company that owns the Globe and Mail, CTV and more caught up with the 20th century, if not the 21st. The world would be a better place if we encouraged children to understand women’s bodies instead of trying to thwart their curiosity. These guys are making Rogers look visionary – and Internet censorship is pointless anyway.
“Nothing like” clever editing
Sometimes the marketing of a play is more inventive than the show itself. CanStage’s latest, an adaptation of Carol Shields’s novel Unless, has been getting universally bad reviews – except from NOW. Desperate for a quote to stick in their ads, the producers have lifted a line from the Star’s Robert Crew’s two-star review that screams: “There’s nothing like the words of Carol Shields.” They skip the part where he adds: “[Unless is] rather dull, devoid of dramatic life for almost all of its two and a half hours on stage.”
Port Authority still flopping on dock
With more resurrections than the Who, Toronto’s unjustifiable Port Authority has hired an expensive lobbyist to work on its boss, if it has one: PM Paul Martin. Instead of simply disappearing into the drink like the sun at sundown, the Authority in name only continues to squirm on the hook, paying $400 an hour to Bill Hearn to convince the PM to let it pursue its unjustifiable agenda, including restarting the Island Airport. C’mon, Mr. Dithers, kill the beast.
Post plumbs Sun slime spot
National Post staff can stop worrying whether the arrival of ex-Sun main man Les Pyette as publisher means the tedious right-wing rag is turning trashy tab. The answer’s in: it has. The latest example sees the once dowdy daily showing a revealing full-colour cheesecake shot of murdered “adult film” star Natel King dressed in “schoolgirl” garb with plenty of butt on view. We’re sure relatives of the murdered Mississauga woman were impressed by a move so low that in the past no one would have expected, well, the Sun to have done it.
