Happy New Year to all my loyal Boob Tube readers! (Happy New Year Uncle Larry and Aunt Theresa!)
If you are anything like me, the main thing you are looking forward to in the new year is watching television. 2013 is promising to be another great year for television, and here the top three things I am looking forward to watching:
If you’re anything like me, you’ve dropped the “I don’t eat meat anymore” bomb on your family already. And they were cool with it at first, until some family celebration that involves a turkey rolls around. At first, I continued to eat fish, which gave them something to cook for the holidays, but it was more for them than me. they gripe. Flesh eaters always gripe. All they can cook is a side of animal with a potato and some lettuce anyway, there’s very little creativity in most of it.
If you wanna eat veg and you don’t want to deal with the guilt you might feel for putting your family out (cause you are a horrible, hard-to-please, ungrateful child who decided to be healthy, save the environment and reduce your chances of over a dozen diseases, how dare you), then you gotta bring your own food with you pal (get used to that), and try to keep the nuts and berries bullshit at home. Meat eaters are not interested in your healthy food-they want sauces and fat and foods in varying shades of brown. Here’s a guide to surviving the holidays vegan style.
Please read the following in a posh English accent:
The third season of Downton Abbey has yet to come across the pond, but those of us who have been savvy enough to watch it online (devilishly sneaky, isn’t it?) have an advantage on those who are waiting to watch it on the telly in January.
Now, I shan’t spoil the plot for you, so fear not reading on.
Almost another year has gone and what a year it was: Harper’s gone and mucked up parliament even more, people just can’t stop arguing about #seapunk, Barack is back, The Hobbit came out, and I got a few more followers. Regardless how you look at it 2012, like every year has some TERRIBLE style. Some of us here at PinkMafia want to hate and here’s what we hate:
“Stretched Ears/Chest Tattoos and or neck tats on girls (why is this so common now) ie. looking like an unemployable gutter punk fuck wit.
Skrillex Hair/Dubstep (they are synonymous for me)
Why doesn’t anyone see that this is just Emo regurgitated and more permanent-Emo’s just changed their jeans and stopped straightening their hair, these gutter Dubstep assholes are stuck with cat-asshole ears for life.”
All of my friends, of all ages usually complain about adding a few pounds over the holiday season. Whether it’s taking a week or two off of work which means you aren’t cycling or walking as much, or you’re drinking twice or three times the amount you do during this festive time, everyone I know talks about the pound or two they put on and would like to immediately take off.
And the Fashion God’s rejoiced in pure harmony as Dennis Adamidis managed to somehow outdo himself, propelling an already legendary Christmas Party to even newer heights! The House of Vintage annual Christmas Party was beyond amazing, far exceeding pretty stellar expectations. This exclusive guest-list-only event was brilliant. The main floor of the House of Vintage was naturally poised to be the perfect back drop for the most fashionable Christmas Party north of the border. The atmosphere embodied perfectly, the essence of community and self-expression. Intrinsically, this event dared to expose the most fanciful and sophisticated side of Parkdale, with zero pretentious preservatives added, impossible for an event as anticipated, supported and elevated as this.
Every cook wants to test their skills in the kitchen and with my third adventure in cooking school, I thought I would push it to the outer limits. For this, I thought of Marcel from Top Chef. Everyone remembers him as the douche chef who was always working with jellies and foams and put them on every single dish he made. Fact of the matter is: this process is very difficult and he made it look douchey. It’s called molecular gastronomy and Nella Cucina (876 Bathurst Street) offered up a class as part of their “Professional Series”. So in order to step up my ktichen game finish off my third and final cooking class series, I decided to take molecular gastronomy out for a spin.
Parkdale has always been near & dear to my heart. I remember when I first got out of college and was looking for full-time employment, I came across a job posting for the Parkdale Village Business Improvement Area. I knew (prior to applying) that Parkdale was an up-and-coming area at the time but also a bit down and out. I applied and sure enough landed a small gig at the BIA for three months. That was in 2008, since then much has changed. But my passion regarding Parkdale has not changed and I’m here to explain why you should love Parkdale too.
Well, it’s almost here, Dec 25 2012. For some, it’s a day with families, and other’s it’s an Orphan’s dinner with close friends. If you have not yet got around to making plans, or buying presents not to worry Pink Mafia’s got ya covered. I uncovered a close by travel spot, Niagara Falls, that is still accepting reservations.
Christmas is less than a month away which means get ready to be bombarded with Christmas themed tv episodes, movies, and well basically Christmas everything all the time. Some of you probably hate this, but for me it really is the happiest time of year….Nothing can bring me down (till January).
This list is my continuation from last year, with a couple of repeats (for obvious reasons), and even though some of them may not seem very Christmas-y, you’ll see why and hopefully include these in your yearly watch list, if you haven’t already. Fill your cup with your drink of choice (rum + eggnog & coffee/hot chocolate + Bailey’s are my staples), load your torrent browser, or however you get movies, and get comfy.
This year I was invited to an American Thanksgiving dinner at the house of a close family friend who also happens to be a woman and writer I greatly respect.
At that dinner, the subject of the Kardashians came up when I was talking about this column. I felt okay about watching their shows, mostly because I was not the only dinner guest who was a fan, until this conversation happened: