Over the long weekend, I spent what was possibly a shameful amount of time on my couch with my laptop playing escape games. Quite frequently I go through spurts of near obsession with various types of games, music, activities, art projects, or whatever.
I love escape style casual point-and-click games. Because I am a hardcore gamer or whatever, I have spent probably as many hours in the genre as I have spent playing NES games during my childhood. Some games, like the Crimson Room (purported to be the first escape the room game; released in 2004), don’t even particularly bother with any sort of plot. The premise is supremely simple: you are locked in a room and must escape.
Our legal justice system has a habit of failing to protect the people most in need of justice.
As mixed as I feel about the fundamental philosophies of countries and patriotism, I also (perhaps hypocritically) love Canada and feel lucky to have been born here. I really want to have faith in the political process and the judicial system that upholds the laws created by our (theoretically fairly) elected representatives. However, just as a downside to democracy is tyranny of the majority, so to a failure of the judicial system is potential tyranny of a certain group of “elite”.
Sexual assault is a terrible thing that can tear apart lives, families and even whole communities. I don’t think I know a single person who would disagree with that statement (out loud). However, if you have been following any sort of discourse around the treatment of sexual assault victims, it should be obvious that we as a society don’t always treat them very well. We disbelieve them, ostracize them, ridicule them, shame them and blame them. Growing up as a young girl I was constantly warned about the dangers of men and encouraged not to trust men I didn’t know. As a grown adult woman, I am still advised not to walk home after dark; that I should be careful living in the neighborhood I do and might consider moving; that I should look into self-defence classes; that I need to be careful of what I wear.
A lot has been written about rape culture and how it is continually perpetuated by small acts of microaggression such as catcalling, and larger acts like body/clothing policing and slut shaming. This piece is not about microaggressions. This is about several recent failures of the Canadian judicial systems to protect sexual assault victims and reinforce the status quo of rape culture in Canada.
I am a makeup junkie. I am fairly certain that to explain all the reasons why would take up an entire blog post of its own. The long and the short of it though is that it is another creative outlet to express myself to the world through visual presentation. I am always looking for inexpensive, good quality makeup. I could easily go broke buying all the things I drool over by my favourite brands (One of my best friends who knows nothing about makeup actually braved a Sephora to get me a gift card for the winter holiday, because he knows me well.)
That said, I thought it would be fun to write a review on a new mascara that I tried: Covergirl Plumpify BlastPRO.