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Why not take it all off, eh?
I base most of my fashion taste
on what doesn't itch
- Gilda Radner
expect Sharon Smith would agree with that
fashion statement. Ms Smith - make that
‘Mayor' Smith - she became the first
female mayor of her town when the citizens of
Houston, BC elected her a couple of years ago
- celebrated her ascension to office by posing
for an official photograph.
It shows her in the mayor’s chambers, sitting
in the mayor's chair, wearing her shiny new
chain of office, a radiant smile...
And nothing else.
Which would have been a fine and private
joke between the mayor and her photographer
husband, had not some unnamed party guest
discovered the photos on the Smith home
computer, downloaded them onto a CD and
subsequently cast them across the Internet for
the rest of the world to see.
Outrageous behaviour?
Perhaps by the standards of the Houston
citizenry, but the notion of going to work in
the buff isn’t all that radical in other environs.
Two flight attendants with Southwest Airlines
were recently nonplussed upon responding to
an in-flight summons from the cockpit of their
Boeing 747.
“Bring some paper napkins and soda water,’’
they were told.
They went to the cockpit and found the pilot
and the co-pilot at the controls, wearing their
headphones, big grins....
And nothing else.
Back in the dot.com glory days of the late
1980s. there was one computer programmer
Premiers blossoming as sexy symbols
Ontario’s premiers were long thought of
as having a passion for kissing only
babies but suddenly are blossoming as
symbols of sex.
The traditional image of premiers used to be
men - there has never been a woman — in
dark suits and sexless as the statues outside the
legislature.
But Liberal Premier Dalton McGuinty has
been rated by a British magazine among the
'hotties’ in world politics, meaning those who
have sex appeal.
His wife. Terri, also has called him the
sexiest man in Ontario’ and revealed when he
is away the last thing he does at night is call
her.
He also reads her poetry and wrote a poem
saying how much he appreciates her. Here is
one politician trying to write something more
memorable than legislation to improve tile
drainage.
McGuinty has responded his wife is the only
hottie in their house, which shows he is up
with the latest slang and may have substance,
because earlier a radio show host called her
hot’ and asked for a hug.
Mike Harris, Progressive Conservative
premier until he stepped down in 2002, also
boosted premiers’ reputation as romantics
when he invited 150 friends to his home for a
barbeque and announced he was marrying
attractive blonde Laura Maguire, his
companion for several years, and the
ceremony was performed on the lawn.
It was Harris’s third marriage and, after his
second broke up while he was premier, he was
seen quickly with another attractive blonde, a
former TV anchor, whom he even took on an
official foreign tour.
Harris, tall and burly, has a craggy face
reminiscent of the late actor John Wayne. He
also ran the province for seven years, was
sometimes admired for being decisive and had
vacations with fishing buddies including a
former U.S president, which gives him an
famous throughout the length of the Silicon
Valley. The man was a cyber genius. Every
major player from Microsoft down was itching
to hire him. He could name his own price and
he did.
Forget the megabucks, stock options or a
candy apple red Porsche in the parking lot. His
non-negotiable clause: he insisted on working
in the nude.
So his company let him. Mind you. they put
him on the night shift, solo and kept the blinds
down, but still...
There was a brief moment in the dwindling
years of the last century when it looked like
corporate drones everywhere might one day
shuck their pinstripes in favour of birthday
suits.
In her book. Work Naked which was
published a few years back, author Cynthia
Froggatt argued that it was high time the
traditional workplace was overhauled from top
to bottom - including employees going topless
and bottomless, if that worked for them.
Alas, it didn’t. The Back To Basics Labour-
In-The-Raw movement fizzled faster than a
popsicle in a steam bath.
That naked c^ber-geek genius programmer
in Silicon Valley? He freaked out a fellow
Eric
Dowd
From
Queens Park
aura of power that adds to his appeal.
Ernie Eves. Conservative premier briefly
after Harris, split from his wife while finance
minister and became what he called the life
partner’ of Isabel Bassett, a photogenic former
TV commentator turned MPP and minister.
When Eves ran for party leader and in a
general election, he took her everywhere and
they never made any attempt to hide their
relationship.
It was something totally new in traditionally
strait-laced Ontario - a premier asking for
support with his common-law wife beside
him.
Eves lost the election, but for many other
reasons than his romantic status, and the
couple left an image as being dignified and
devoted, composed in defeat.
A new biography of John Robarts,
Conservative premier from 1961-71, presents
a picture of passion and tragedy previously
only hinted at.
It had been fairly well known Robarts did
not get along well with his first wife, who
preferred to stay home in London. He spent a
lot of time in nightclubs, was suspected of
having affairs, after retiring married a woman
28 years his junior and a few years later
Final Thought
If you want to make a friend, let someone
do you a favour.
- Benjamin Franklin
employee who complained to securitx who
made him put on some clothes al gunpoint
Those bare-bottomed Southwest Airlines
sky jockeys? They claimed that they'd
splashed some coffee on their uniforms, and
had taken them off to clean them, but the flight
attendants didn't buy it and neither did their
bosses at Southwest Airlines. The naked
flyboys have been permanently grounded.
Turns out that most folks aren't all that crazy
about the idea ol toiling in the buff - or about
working next to colleagues similarly un-
atlired.
And I have to say I agree with them. Ol all
the people I worked beside down the years. I
saw more than enough ol their naked essence
from the neck up - and I daresay they fell the
same way about me.
Mind you. 1 spent most of my working years
with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation
where the idea of a formal dress code was
about as foreign as pork chops at a bar
mitzvah.
If your ratings were good. CBC honchos
didn't care if you showed up for work in a
rhinestone thong and a Batman cape.
Now that I'm retired from the nine-to-five
and scribbling in comfort out of my own
house, the dress code is even more relaxed.
Hugh Hefner spent his working years cranking
out Playboy magazine while dressed in silk
pajamas?
I’ve got that beat.
Sitting here, typing out the final words of
this column I happen to be wearing...
Well, you probably don't want to know.
But Mayor Smith would appreciate it.
suffered several strokes and shot himself.
An attractive young woman reporter once
told this writer Robarts pinched her bottom
during an interview, but she did not want this
made public and news media those days were
wary of discussing politicians’ sex lives.
The biography describes how he met his
young, second wife when he introduced
himself to her in a restaurant, which shows
him to have been a politician of rare
enterprise, and wrote romantic letters to ‘my
dearest Kasia.’
Robarts’s physical powers including his
ability to have sex were diminished by his
strokes and it was a reason he killed himself.
David Peterson, Liberal premier from 1985-
90, was the first premier whose love life was
discussed publicly. His actress wife Shelley
described his putting flowered sheets on the
bed for their honeymoon and a newspaper
called him a ‘lean, mean, sexy machine.’
Earlier premiers must have had some
associations with sex somewhere in their lives
- Conservative William Davis had five
children - but it was not the sort of thing
people talked about.
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The short of it
Going up!
Could someone please tell me exactly
where this is going to stop? Mom
always said that what goes ^.ip must
come down. But we all know that with some
things we may not live long enough to sec it.
In 1939 the price of a house was $6,400. The
average annual income was $1,850 and the
price of gas was 19 cents a gallon. Things had
changed by 1955. A house could now cost you
$17,500. while the average annual income was
in the range of $5,000. We now had minimum
wage set at 75 cents an hour and a gallon ol gas
could set you back 29 cents.
Fast forward to 2005. A so-so home in the city
is over $200,000. Though we see no more. 11 not
less for our money, taxes on properties continue
to climb to the point where many in urban
centres can no longer afford to pay them.
Salaries, particularly in the public sector,
keep stride or surpass the cost of living, with
employees getting annual raises. Even those
lower on the pay scale, but above minimum
wage have come to expect hourly salaries in the
$13 range.
And then there is gas. Last week, when I first
noticed the $102.5 a litre sign, my gut reaction
was “No. I’m not paying it.”
It only took seconds, however, for a return to
reality and the sad fact that 1 have no choice.
And that is without a doubt the biggest
frustration. Despite the fact that these days my
husband and 1 are pretty much working to pay
auto insurance and gas bills there’s not a thing
we can do about it.
First there’s work and because we chose to
live the rural life, work for both of us means
travel. Then there’s family. Every one of our
loved ones lives at least a half hour away, most
of them more. With one child still in college and
a grandson we love to visit, there are frequent
trips we can’t avoid, and wouldn’t want to.
I work hard for my money And feel totally
helpless as I fuel up each Monday morning,
spending what my budget will allow, and
knowing it won’t see me through. I can t afford
not to work, but with these prices I can no
longer afford to go to work.
Gives new meaning to highway robbery
doesn’t it? If it’s not technically theft, however,
it sure feels like it. They take our money,
knowing we are powerless to do a thing about it.
Some have tried to come up with solutions or
at least to send a message. A radio announcer
said this past week that there had been several
cases of people filling up at the pumps, then
taking off without paying. Tempting, but truly
only a problem for the regular folks as the real
loss of revenue falls on the gas station owners
who aren’t the villains here.
There have been e-mails circulated
suggesting everything from a boycott of the top
two oil companies’ stations, to everyone filling
up on the same day. As it takes a lot of people
for these kinds of things to work, and as people
are inundated with e-mails so often ignore
many, such strategies historically ‘run out of
gas’.
So we continue to line up and pay the price.
One radio announcer recently noted with shock
the huge amount of traffic at a station where the
price had dropped to 96.5 cents a litre. “I never
thought I’d see the day when we'd be hurrying
to fill up at that price.”
Get used to it. No doubt gas prices will drop
in the near future, but it'll never be to where
they started. The pattern's been set and while
what goes up must come down, there's no rule
as to how far.