A few things that caught my attention today:
One of the pro-Tibet protesters on Parliament Hill this morning was being interviewed on CBC and was asked if they were calling for a boycott of the Olympics and he said that it’s not their place to call for a boycott – They’ll leave it up to the athletes and sponsors – It will be on their conscience if they want to “bloody their hands.”
Yeah, it’s not their place to judge.
Public Safety Minister Stockwell Day held a press conference about the RCMP but most of the questions from reporters were about this report of blueprints for an anti-terrorism unit building on CFB Trenton being found in the trash in an upscale Ottawa neighbourhood. Questions directed at the minister included “How did THAT happen?” and “How embarrassing is this?”
Minister Day is one of my favourite people to watch squirm.
Further to this story – The CBC anchor this morning referred to the story that “just came to light last hour” during the press conference – Apparently she doesn’t read her morning papers.
I need to do something good. I need for what I do with my life, what I do with myself during the day to mean something beyond paying my rent and my debts.
I want to help people. I want to make the world a better place for someone, and I’m not sure how to put my skills to action that way.
So now what? I make do helping the people who actually help people in need. But now I need to find those people and convince them that I’m driven and competent.
Part of me thinks I should just give up on myself and have babies who will save the world. Part of me thinks that in a world that needs so much saving I shouldn’t have babies at all.
The truth is I’m terrified of all of it. I’m scared to care so much and then fail. My last job broke my confidence so much that no matter how happy my current bosses tell me they are, the minute I screw something up I’m right back at zero. When I really need to get something right I panic and miss the mistakes – things I used to catch in situations much more frenzied.
I guess the truth is I miss my voice. I used to have one. I learned to speak up and be heard and not be afraid that I might be wrong, because if I asked the question at least I would find out. I’ve lost the person that I became four years ago and I’m not quite sure where she went.
For years I’ve read about the Bush government’s sneaky ways of cutting down women’s rights and wondered why no one was paying attention, other than the people at Marie Claire and Glamour.
Now it’s happening here.
This is a very dangerous little bill that they’re trying to pass off as nothing major and the majority are either accepting it or just don’t know what’s going on, because coverage has been sparse. This is one of those issues that has people terrified to take any kind of public stance in fear of offending the wrong people – Kind of like the women who don’t label themselves as feminists because they don’t want to be seen in the wrong light.
I am a feminist and I have added my name to the petition against C-484.
It’s finally warming up a bit here in Ottawa (probably just until the weekend, but it was nice to leave the house without my long-johns anyway). I’m curious to see how long it takes all this winter to melt once it really starts – We’ll probably be soggy until June.
But I digress…
I enjoy being back in a place where I’m forced to pay attention and know what’s going on. When I was in journalism school it was drilled into us that we should always have read a paper, watched the news, kept up on the latest – and not just for news quizzes. Our first week of j-school was a frosh all our own – including a day spent at a nature reserve where one of my profs (Rob, I’ll never forget this) told us that if he ever saw us in the morning without a newspaper under our arm we would be in big trouble (I imagine a pop quiz on the morning’s top stories in the middle of the hallway would have been the result). It made sense – We were learning to write those stories, we should be reading them.
Sadly, once I went into journalism I didn’t have any time or energy to actually pay attention to anything that required me to think deeply (Hence my regretable dedication to the first season of Paradise Hotel, which required no thinking at all but made me feel dirty in a very bad way). When I went back to school I still had little to no time to pay attention – I was busy working and trying to figure out how the hell to write an essay. By third year I had some balance. My editor took on so much of the paper work herself that I had a lot of down time to check websites and cbc.ca was my go-to. It was how I found out about the shooting at Dawson College and we were able to cover it – And I renewed my love of being the first to know things, which was one of the reasons I went into journalism in the first place.
Yesterday morning I was doing my usual media monitoring and I thought I heard the CTV news anchor say something about a libel suit and the Prime Minister. I looked around and couldn’t find anyone – including ctv.ca – reporting the story. Then they repeated it, so I sent around an e-mail saying “CTV reports Harper has served Liberal party without notice of libel.” The big boss in the office (the one I’m afraid to talk to) came in and asked if there was any more information and I had to tell him I was looking but no one else had this story.
He referred to me as the canary in the mineshaft.
And I realized, for the first time in a long time, that acting as that canary – Being the one on alert and the person who has to find the information so everyone else can know – that is something I really, really enjoy.
Not to mention the fact that I am really excited by this whole libel suit. I’m intrigued to see where it goes from here. I am not a fan of the Prime Minister, but this is a ballsy move and I, for one, believe him. I believe that he is a smart enough man to not risk filing a lawsuit when there’s a chance that he’s wrong. And watching him stand up in question period yesterday – He looks tired, stressed and really, really angry.
Now, since I am back in the loop and I do know what’s going on – What the hell is up with the freaking Liberals?
The vote on their own amendment on the budget was held last night – Their own freaking amendment – and 7 of them show up? SEVEN? THEY WON’T EVEN SHOW UP TO VOTE FOR THEIR OWN FREAKING AMENDMENT?
They’re that much afraid of facing the Canadian public in an election?
The party higher-ups have said they won’t go to an election until they’re sure they can win. Well, let me tell you, they’re not going to see their poll numbers going anywhere if they keep going like this.