First Femmes Fatales

Oh my! It's been revealed that American First Lady Michelle Obama may not be all too happy with her lot in life at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. According to an unauthorized biography of French First Lady - would that be premiere madam? - Carla Bruni-Sarkozy, Obama told her that life was hell in the White House. "I can't stand it," she reputedly said.

Both the White House and the French government are denying the remarks. The French Embassy says Ms Bruni-Sarkozy is distancing herself from the biography.

What's Mick Jagger really like?

It was just earlier this year that the French First Lady and her husband of a couple of years were in the news for each allegedly having affairs. This story too was vehemently denied.

I'm not sure if these stories are spread by media outlets after salacious stories and the facts be damned or by political rivals who would like nothing better than to see the downfall of current government leaders.

Or the stories may be true. After all, living in the White House drove Betty Ford to drink. And we all know where it drove Bill Clinton.

Here in Canada, the pecadilloes of politicians and their wives, if any, are seldom reported. Gosh we'd have to go back to the 70s when Prime Minister Trudeau's wife Margaret flew off to New York to dance the night away at Studio 54 with the Rolling Stones. (Hmm, Mick Jagger, eh? In this regard Carla Bruni may have more in common with Margaret Trudeau than Michelle Obama!)

I'm not saying things like this haven't happened since. Just, if these things have happened, the Canadian political media fails to report it.

And I'm not so sure I mind that. I'm of the view that if it isn't criminal what they do in their private life is their affair...so to speak. But what they do in public life better be above board because the people who voted for them expect it of them.

The Polka Dot Door

A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D

My Back Pages - November

I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on, Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever. I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read. So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still hav

30 Days of Photos III #4 Sour

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