If you’re as devoted to the internet as I am, you’ve been hearing the conversations south of parallel 49 around becoming woke, black lives matter, and the absolute ridiculous racist threats from the Trump campaign. It’s easy for Canadians to laugh at the absurdity and failings of our divided neighbours. But I urge us Canucks to not be so quick to judge.

TV's biggest award night was this past Sunday. The Academy rewarded the crème del la crème at the annual Emmys. The anticipation, expectations, and disappointments for who will win run high. So does my style curiosity as I relish in seeing the looks on the red carpet.

As much as I love the summer I welcome the fall for one reason only. No it’s not the basic pumpkin spiced lattes that beige people love so dang much that get me going; it’s New York Fashion Week (NYFW). Bring on the runway style, the street style, and the festivities.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I am a binger. A full on Netflix binger that is. There’s something quite delicious – or perhaps just indulgent – about seeing every episode for a series at your fingertips. It's like having the keys to the kingdom. It’s just you, the couch, and a whole schwack of time hitting “play next episode” until you’ve wrapped the season. Ahhhhh.

Before we welcome the last official long weekend of summer, eek, it’s time for the annual MTV Video Music Awards (VMAs) style review. There’s nothing like a sticky New York City evening to remind you what’s hot about summer and in music. This year's production was similar to past years: messy camera cuts, click-bait promotions, and naked “fashion.” Same, same aside I did however notice a shift. This year was totally dominated by women in entertainment. Giddy up!

Do you ever savour the moment when you read something from a respected researcher and say to yourself, “Ah ha! I knew it”? I certainly do. That happened to me after reading Gary Chapman’s Love Languages and confirmed that I love gifts. It’s my primary language. 

I’ll be the first to admit that when it comes to most sports I’m at a bit of a loss. It’s not for a lack of trying. I played sports as a kid, joined rec leagues in university, and am a season ticket holder for the Stampeders. For me sports are more of a social gathering than a genuine expression of my personal passion for it. I have two exceptions: baseball and Olympics.

When you hear the phrase, “The one that got away,” what do you think of? Long lost lovers that you parted ways with yet contemplate now and then? A pet that’s gone that you still mourn for many years later? Or even a vacation you decided to pass on because you feared going away for too long? Turns out I’m not romantic.

I watched the new Kanye video/ Balmain ad and I liked it. It was not like so many other artist’s generic music videos. I was actually interested in it. I may be biased: thrilling visuals, diverse models in beautiful clothes walking in slow otion all set in black and white is so, so, so my jelly. Plus, Sia was featured.

Every summer Hollywood hits us with their hottest blockbusters. Action, thrills, and big stars are thrust at us in hopes of capturing our hearts (and wallets). For the most part stars go out and do the media circuit: talk shows, meet and greets, and – of course – the red carpet movie premieres around the globe. Where there is a premiere there’s red carpet fashion. Now you’ve got my full attention.

I was at a corporate event last week to kick off Stampede. While enjoy the bull busting a friend of a friend shared with me that she thought that Stampede was such a fun time for the city. I totally agree. What’s better than sunshine, midway junk food, rides, livestock, and well fitting jeans? Not much. 

Have you ever heard the question, “Who do dress for?” For me it’s a no brainer; it’s me of course. Not many others choose to wear many of the items I love dearly. Some are silly. Some are un-feminine (whatever that means). Some are just questionable. That got me thinking. How many of my beloved items are glorious to me but hideous to others?