Drinking Has Gyre Consequences
You've probably heard how drinking can have dire consequences. The most notable of these consequences is of course what propelled MADD into existence. But what about drinking non-alcoholic beverages?
You've probably heard how drinking can have dire consequences. The most notable of these consequences is of course what propelled MADD into existence. But what about drinking non-alcoholic beverages?
Yeeehaaa! I have emerged from the famed 3-weeks-to-change-a-habit danger zone and I am free of Scott (whoever he is). So what's the prize?
While the water-energy nexus is a human construct, there is another relationship prevalent on this beautiful planet of ours which trumps anything humanity can intelligently (or not so intelligently) design. Any guesses?
I saw a pair of dark, intense eyes popping in and out of my periphery. The more I research and analyzed, the more frequent and more daring those eyes became, until, in an act of sheer desperation they parked themselves above the top edge of my computer screen and seemed to say...
I'm just about to jump into the shower...again. It seems my natural rose petaled scent of a woman needs a little refreshing before I venture out into the human world. But before I do there is a showering secret I just can't keep to myself.
In 1995, Genetically Modified Organisms (GMO) landed on Earth from planet Monsanto in the evil galaxy of Frankenfood and commenced their world-wide domination. How can we stop them?
A couple of weeks go by and Amanda is finally experiencing some lucid moments. By this time, her and Sarah have become quite close friends. The two of them are hanging out at Sarah's watching a sci-fi horror flick on WebFlicks when the real horror begins.
The restaurant manager appears out of nowhere and calls for reinforcements. A dozen or so secret service lookalikes come pouring out the back office and create a security zone around Sarah and her party. But why?
It's girls night out at All-talk-but-no-pay-equity incorporated and the cubicle walls are starting to shake. Luckily for Sarah it's two dollar salmon tartare night at the new Skinny Mermaid fish house down the street. But what exactly is she eating?
Tropical rainfall seems to be the new norm in Toronto. If it’s not the lack of sage in my diet or eating spaghetti sauce out of aluminum plates, or, shudder to think, the fermenting of my brain cells like a good wine, then what IS causing this shift in Toronto’s rainfall patterns?
I was standing here with a stack of stickies, a marker, and bright coloured poster boards strewn across every conceivable surface strategizing the WomanNotWaiting.com vision. I was excited. I was driven. I was compelled to pour inspiration after inspiration onto yellow rectangles when I got distracted. Was that a quack I heard?
What does the number 350 mean to you? In and of itself, 350 is still just a number, a factoid, an ace in your pocket when going for that final piece of cheese in Trivial Pursuit. It only acquires some meaning in our every day lives when we build some context around it, such as...
Happy 4th of July to all my American friends! I wish to honour (whoops! honor) my fellow Stewards to the south who are waving their stripes and stars today “O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave”. And who are the brave?
If you answered a medieval family clan from Scotland, then you would be onto something but you wouldn’t likely win a spelling bee. Your spellchecker however might give you the thumbs up. So what exactly is a Steward?
Today’s challenge involves junk mail. High calorie, chemical filled, intellectually deficient junk mail. Like all inventions of the civilized world it has its pros and cons. So what are the advantages of prolonging the life of the junk mail industry? What about the disadvantages? And what does a Woman Not Waiting do about all this junk mail?
Today, on our 146th birthday, I urge all Canadians who care and who are moved by Earth's cry for help to serenade our Gaea, our home, and our life source with a Woman Not Waiting Canadian National Anthem. Want the words?
Right now the ducks are on the move. They are traveling Gangnam style all over my brain. They are traveling to places I’ve been, places I am heading to, and places I don’t even know exist yet, picking up ducks of all different shapes and sizes along the way, each of them carrying a little golden egg. What treasures live inside these eggs?
You’re leaning over the sink staring at the mirror as you fumble for your toothbrush and squeeze a blob of goop on it. You turn on the faucet, pass the toothbrush under it and let water flow as you groggily poison your mouth with fluoride. Stop! Rewind. Go back to the moment just before your hand reaches the tap. What do you tell your hand this time?
As women we spend a great deal of time waiting for things. History has led us to believe that it is our fate. Our valiant knights in shining armour even had a term for us: ladies in waiting. Ooooo. Sounds romantic doesn't it? The Queen didn't think so. She was allergic to waiting. Red, oozing hives were not a good look for her. But for the rest of us?
How can one person reverse the damage we have done to our water, our soil, our air, our fellow creatures, and ourselves? Great leaders have pushed humanity’s collective consciousness higher. Think of the impact of Gandhi, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, or Mother Theresa. But the challenges we face today feel bigger than all of them combined, so why bother?