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What I Did on My Christmas Vacation

Every year the residents of this St. Catharines road go all-out with the Christmas decorations. The street's actual name is Rio Lane but it will always be Griswald Avenue to me.

Every year the residents of this St. Catharines, Ontario road go all-out with the Christmas decorations. The street’s actual name is Rio Lane but it will always be Griswald Avenue to me.

I know what you must be thinking… “We’re into June and HoaiPhai is just getting around to doing his Christmas post-game show. He must have had one hell of a vacation!” The short answer to that question, which if you were paying attention you would have realized wasn’t even a question in the first place, is “yes and no”.

Gone are the days when I’d go to a New Year’s Eve party and sometime around the middle of February wake up in a ditch penniless and hungover with a new crop of cold sores and my pants on backwards. This Christmas wasn’t one for the record books in that sense but, hey, I only got two extra days off work this year. Continue reading


Confessions of a Pigtail in Ink Dipper

I came across a Freshly Pressed post a couple of days ago, You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face,  and from what I could gather, the blogger who penned the piece is a mother of a ten-year-old girl who has been stolen from, pushed around, and has had her hair pulled by boys. Some people have suggested to Queenofthecouch and her daughter (Princessofthecouch?) that perhaps the boys in question who committed these crimes did so as a way to express affection. Queenofthecouch’s reaction was that any kind of teasing, harassment, etc. of girls by young boys is unacceptable, even if it is part of a boy’s prepubescent courtship display. She also describes all boys who engage in it, even in its milder forms as a way to express affection, as, and I quote, “little assholes”.

Before anyone thinks that I am about to condone the victimization of any child at the hands of other children, I want to make something perfectly clear… I don’t. I do, however, understand what’s going on. Bullying and some boys’ awkward expressions of affection often resemble each other, the way soap flakes resemble snow flurries on Christmas morning in the movies, but they are not the same. Let’s begin by taking a look at some of my personal ancient history in our quest for some insight into this problem. Continue reading