Episode 8: On The Subway

I basically slept my day away today only to wake up to a strangely green-yellow-red Toronto and random, half-naked women floutsing about in next-to-nothings and sparkly nipple pasties.

So I wonder for a while, wtf is going on??? Until I realize, it's Caribanna this weekend.
But anyway.

Today I get a phone call from Gigantron about going out to see a movie with his friend Nny and I am instructed to take the journey aaaaaaaaaaall the way East to Kennedy into the neighbizzle baby!

Now, the TTC has never had a lack of the strange and wonderful and today was no different. And that was when I was hit by my first public pasty that wasn't on a Tranny. Oh but this was just wrong and I have to wonder: where did self-respect go? But to each her own I guess.

And today I was also witness (on the TTC) to child pornography -- or something close. These two...kids, could not have been more than 12 macking it up riiiight there. It was uncomfortable to watch -- but like a train wreck I could not look away. I remember being that age. I remember crushing on guys but the thought of even kissing one on the cheek scared the bejeebus out of me. But there you go.
We've stepped into a new age apparently.

Alright, so maybe I've been sheltered back in DXB, and maybe this is how it's been for a long time. But...last time I checked, it's not how it's been.

When they were done, I looked at that girl, and maybe I should have let them be but I just felt so...so...disappointed? And she got uncomfortable which made me feel...I don't know. Sorry I suppose.

Anyway. Wasting efforts on my disapproval is just that -- a waste. No matter how much you tsk at people and wag your finger at them, they will do what they want and that's the honest truth.

I am slightly worried for future generations and my children and I can only hope that I'm tough enough and patient enough to show them the world for what it is, nurture independence and strong moral values in them and let them do their thing with the confidence that they know right from wrong. Oh and Hope. Teach them how to Hope.

Parenting is no easy task and really, if you think about it, it's probably the hardest job to do. I am now officially scared.

It's like: I have to push you out of my vagina AND make sure you don't go astray???
Wow.

Kudos to my mom. Furreal.