While I have never felt any need to express myself by leaving statements on the walls in public toilets, I always enjoy the conversations that sometimes take place and I’m fascinated by the declarations people choose to make while locked in a stall.
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Big thanks to the 59 percent of my fellow eligible voters in Alberta who completely failed to show up at the polls last night. I would be much less pissed about the return of Tories if more than a handful of people had bothered to get off their couches and participate in the democratic process.
I will not entertain any bullshit about not knowing the candidates or what the parties stand for. It takes five minutes to look up a party’s website and get a basic understanding of the people running in a riding. Also, if you’ve been living in the province, you know if you like how it’s being run or not. If you do, vote for the incumbent. If not, vote for anyone else.
I will also not entertain bullshit about throw-away votes. Voting is not gambling. It’s deciding who you want to represent you, and since we live in a democracy, that means other people are free to disagree with your decision. And yes, since we’re dealing with more than two parties, the winner often has less than 50 percent of the vote. That doesn’t mean the system is broken. That’s just how math works. And often, the winner takes into account the spread of votes within their riding and uses that to guide their representative decisions.
The results of the election, while really not what I was hoping for, are much less irritating than the lowest voter turnout in Alberta’s history. Why do we bother with democracy when people in this province, and really, in this country, don’t seem to care one way or the other who is making the decisions? Let’s just hand it over to the politicians to decide who’s next in line (oh, wait…). Whether you realise it or not, to rail against the injustices of tyrannical societies and then fail to participate in the most basic democratic processes is an egregious form of hypocrisy. For no other reason, you should vote because you are free to do so in a blessedly fair election.
So I’m disappointed and angry. I had better hear 59 percent less complaining about what the government is doing (or failing to do) for the next four or five years.
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I assume that the majority of people who come here and continue to read my writing are supporters of freedom of expression. Not just supporters but active participants in freedom of expression. No matter how many ways or for what reasons we might censor our writing, people who maintain blogs exercise the privilege to express as they see fit whatever scampers through the brain on a given day. This is magnificent and ought to be celebrated often.
This week is Canada’s Freedom to Read Week. While, as a rule, my reading list includes challenged or banned books, I like to make a point of reading something during this week in particular that has been frequently challenged or banned at some point in history. Admittedly, Canada is pretty laid-back when it comes to the content of books. The national boards in charge of censorship tend not to get in a twist about controversial content. The school curricula seem to recognize the importance of reading difficult books in the development of critical thinkers (and there are plenty of schools that encourage the development of critical thought). Nevertheless, there are books that come under pressure from parents, teachers, and generally concerned citizens.
What flakes my fingernails about people who challenge books is that they are largely not interested in wrestling with complex content. The offending points of the written material are taken out of context or not properly treated within context. It is easier to shove the book out of view than come to terms with it in any mature sense. Or to teach a child to treat it with any maturity. How can a child learn to be properly horrified by the realities of racism or to subvert true injustices if they are never exposed to such concepts in a way that can be internalized? Too much cannot be said about the benefits of vicarious experience. Where else will we learn understanding outside our own lives if we don’t become submerged in another’s story?
My life as a literate adult can hardly be called oppressed. As much as possible, I choose what I put in my brain, and I like to think I do so with reason and intelligence. But I didn’t become this way because I was protected from controversial reading material. I was allowed to read and encouraged to think about the content. This cannot be taken for granted. We owe it to ourselves as reasonable, intelligent people to continue to explore the reasons behind the controversy. To confront dangerous ideas fearlessly and allow them to be gloriously dangerous.

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The Inevitable Comment on the Weather
Snow has been falling for the past couple of days. We now have a significant snow cover. It makes me very happy. And I refuse to entertain complaints. The rules of polite conversation dictate that, in small talk situations, you may not outright declare someone crazy for saying they love winter and all it entails. In fact, if someone complains and you counter with an emphatic “I love winter!”, certain types of people will do a quick about-face and concede that you have a point.
Friends are totally exempt from the small talk situation and will tell you that you are an actual crazy person.
You may find yourself asking what the thing is. The thing is we live in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. At the 53-and-a-half parallel. In the middle of the freaking prairies. And it’s the beginning of December. Except for a few unusual years in recent memory, this happens every year. We live in a place with one long season and three shorter seasons. That long season is, every year, winter. I think that if you have been living somewhere for more than, say, three years, the regular seasonal changes should not come as a surprise.
I’m not saying people have to like winter. For all I care, they can get together and have a big old “I hate winter” mope-fest. As long as it’s not within earshot.