Watching the Toronto news the other night I saw a story about the City of Toronto ordering the Uber car service to cease and desist. While I’ve never used Uber, which is essentially an unregulated car service, relying on the internet and GPS to communicate with its customers, it sounds like a great idea. In a city like Toronto, where cabs can sometimes be difficult to hail, why not offer another viable alternative to private transportation? Perhaps this is unfair competition for the cab companies, forced to abide by municipal laws, but I had to laugh at a city representative who used the excuse that the Uber vehicles were uninspected and unregulated, suggesting that they were potentially a danger to the public. Having ridden in my share of Toronto cabs, I wondered how much more dangerous those “unregulated” cars could be? The last Toronto cab I took had no shocks and I felt like I was on a carnival ride. And don’t get me started about the cab drivers. I suspect that this issue has more to do with threats to municipal licensing revenues than protection of the general public.
I don’t
know why I do it to myself, but last night, I once again watched the American
Music Awards. After it was over, I felt as if I’d just wolfed down two Big Macs.
I was ill. I am interested in what passes for pop music in the current
market, and I like some of what I hear every year. Lorde and Iggy Azalea … not
so much. I think Pit Bull, the host of this year's AMAs, might be the luckiest entertainer in history. Glad
to see my man Garth Brooks nominated as a country artist, although he did not
win. Garth is a great songwriter and performer, and the song he sang was another winner.
Final note,
when I think of fashion photography, which is something I rarely do, a few iconographic
fashion photographs come to mind. I think of the famous Richard Avedon photo of
Nastassja Kinski draped in a live boa constrictor, or Marilyn Monroe standing
over a subway grate holding her dress down, or that woman striking a dramatic pose
wearing a Dior evening dress, flanked by two elephants. Recently, and in
keeping with our ever-accelerating swirl down the cultural crapper, I saw a
recent photograph of Kim Kardashian, looking back over her gargantuan
derriere. This photo left me dumbfounded. She could serve full course dinner
off that ass! Admittedly the Kardashian circus is not something that I regularly
follow, although I am incredulous that this freak show has generated so many celebrities. Hey, I like a good celebrity train wreck as much as the next moron, but
this is getting out of control. I saw on the news the other day that there is the recent surge in butt
enhancement cosmetic surgery. Huh? I thought women getting their lips fattened
was nuts, but now women are having their butts enlarged, so they can
look more like Kim Kardashian?!That isn’t just crazy, that’s bat shit crazy.
To all my
friends in the U.S., have a Happy Thanksgiving, and I hope you have a wonderful
celebration with family and friends. Can’t wait for the Macy’s Day Parade! R.I.P. to former Leafs coach Pat Quinn who died today.
Written by
Jamie Oppenheimer c2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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