grab your wallet in Canada, too

Of late so many deeply concerned people are saying, "The women’s march in Toronto was incredible,  it was great knowing we're not alone in our despair and outrage and fear, that there is real solidarity since the US inauguration. But what do we do now, what's next?"

In late 2016, as a response to Trump’s shocking, horrifyingly misogynistic attitudes and behaviours toward women, Shannon Coulter launched #GrabYourWallet, a boycott of all Trump-affiliated brands and businesses, of which there are many. Given Trump’s clear inability to function as a consciously aware person, and the amount of power he now wields as POTUS, this boycott is an excellent answer to the above question asked by the millions of protesters who attended close to 700 women’s marches worldwide.


Let us not enable or reward Trump with our hard-earned dollars, euros, pesos, rupees, or any other currency. After all, Trump and his hate-filled administration most assuredly do not represent the vast majority of people living within or outside of the Unites States, not by a very long shot.

Why is boycotting every Trump-affiliated brand the smart and satisfying action to take? Unless or until his wallet incurs damage (to match his damaging attitudes and actions) he is not otherwise intellectually or morally equipped to understand the extent to which he and his administration are undermining basic human rights and eroding democratic principles and processes. He isn't interested! His attention span won’t allow it. I agree (!) with David Frum who says that “Trump is not strategic enough to hold any desire other than that of being the richest person on the planet … his tendency toward autocracy and kleptocracy will endanger us all if we remain passive.”

I’ve read that boycotts don’t work, because they simply invite “buycotts” from the opposite group, in this case, for example, Trump supporters with their MAGA ball caps. Surely the widespread, massive global opposition to the new US administration as evidenced by protests unfolding day after day, must easily outnumber this ratio of Trumpites?

Apple and several other American corporate giants have recently voiced opposition in response to Trump’s immigration ban. These monoliths know full well that they need the ongoing support of millions of non-US consumers worldwide to keep their bottom lines robust and shareholders happy. Should we bother asking whether there is real integrity motivating such action? Yes or no, we’ll take it.

The point is, given that Trump is, um, grabbing profits from so many non-US countries and citizens, perhaps the rest of us can make a concerted collective effort to stop buying his crap (as it were). Winners, Hudson’s Bay, Lord and Taylor, Marshall's and other retailers on the Grab Your Wallet list are blithely peddling Trump product in Toronto and elsewhere throughout Canada. Let’s give these retailers a pass for as long as they continue to do so. I’m pretty sure these folks in Scotland would agree. 

Every action counts. Please share this #GrabYourWallet link to help gain boycott traction beyond the US. Even if it doesn’t lead to an obvious or immediate change, at least we are not actively rewarding the business interests and wallet of a so-called leader who routinely conveys such tragic lack of humanity, who consistently spews boring old hatred.

A new day has dawned, and this guy? Wrong side of history. Hey Canada, let’s take #GrabYourWallet to the next level!




my runny valentine


The other night I took my sweetheart to hear Bettye LaVette. A great evening. 

In our phenomenally wired up world,  full-to-bursting with refusing-to-stay-hidden talents blazing onto screens surrounding us seemingly 24/7, Betty more than holds her own.  No question she's got the pipes, possesses an incredibly refined technical instrument in the form of her gorgeous voice.

But here's the thing: Ms. LaVette, owing to maturity and a life lived with all the requisite ups and downs (and then some), sings from the perfect center of what you just know is her unashamedly, fully exposed heart, with a rawness that'll make you weep into next year.  The purity of feeling this gifted singer conveys is so indisputably true, so immediate, so all-encompassing, that you risk public embarrassment once you've been hit.  

It happened to me on Saturday night, during a song called Where a Life Goes. If you've ever had a conversation (or several) in your head, inside your most interior questioning self, with someone you love very deeply, but who is no longer walking this earth, this is a song you might relate to.  I thought of my dear brother Jim, who passed away in 2012. 

Give it a listen, and if you find yourself welling up, or even full-on crying -- not delicate wiping-away-with-a-pinky tears, but watery rivers of gritty saline grief with nothin' to stop the flow, necessitating using your winter toque to mop up snot and mascara as your partner lovingly squeezes your hand, for example -- well, I hope you enjoy every sweet second, sharing your humanity, your heart, with Bettye LaVette.

the unblog promise


I promise to blog only very infrequently and to honour the following criteria:

1) That said blog(s) not solely reference my own ego-saturated POV, hence my oath to not hold you hostage within the suffocating confines of, say, whatever mental detritus I may be unconsciously projecting onto the page.  It's called digital pollution people, and it's no laughing matter.  

2) Okay, the above is a lie, or maybe just a hopeless ideal.  How can anyone escape themselves that completely?  Not me.  But I'm gonna try!

3) Let's say this:  I may, from time to time, toss in one or two personal anecdotes (even maudlin ones - blame the Irish). Anything is possible.

4) More often I'll probably mention books and films and articles and ideas and certain folks I admire.  

5) Um, that's it for now.