Feminism | Posted by Cassandra M on 07/14/2009
A Summer of Victory
It’s a dark night and I present the birthday girl with a bottle of cognac. She looks up at me, shocked, through heavy fake lashes fringing her eyes. “This is expensive,” she says after a pause. I slap her on the back in congratulations. “Sure is,” I say, “and I’m going to teach you how to drink like a classy broad!”
It’s the summer of ’08, a thoroughly unremarkable year for us Canadians. We can only take swipes at Obama fever that filters through spread finger tips. Our political scene is drudgery, our culture is dry, and the most innovative thing that we can brag about is that a new strip mall opened a few blocks from here.
For me, though, it’s a fantastic summer, a summer of victory. For …
