Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Little Fingers Are Pulling Triggers

There aren't many gifts in life that could even come close to the gift of being a parent. Actually, I don't believe there could ever be an experience that could possibly be as beautiful as bringing life into this world. There are no words to describe the moment in one's life, when those tiny lines appear on a pregnancy test.

As a parent, you want what is best for your child. Your love for them goes above and beyond Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. You aim to give them the best of everything this world has to offer. But have you ever stopped to wonder how your behaviour might inadvertently be influencing the person they become?


I came across a story today that literally broke my heart, regarding an American boy, by the name of Seth Walsh. His story touches upon every parent's worst nightmare -- the fact that he is fighting for his life. Why, you may ask? You see, Seth is gay. The details are sketchy, but I believe for the past two years or so, Seth was constantly tormented and bullied for that fact.
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This must have been all too much for young Seth to take. He was found unconscious and not breathing, almost two weeks ago, from what appeared to be an attempted suicide.


Regardless of how you feel about homosexuality, surely as a parent, you can't condone the behaviour Seth endured, simply for the fact that he was being true to himself.

Being a parent, you would have come to the realisation by now, that children are like sponges. They absorb everything. Think back to the last time your child repeated something you said, when you were sure that they were otherwise occupied and couldn't have possibly overheard you. How many times have you used derogatory words? You might not have meant to say it. You might have used them in the heat of the moment a la Stephanie Rice. It's OK. You didn't really mean what you said anyway. Right?

Wrong. It's not OK. For every derogatory word you've used to describe someone's race, religion, sexuality or physical appearance, you permit your child to believe that it is acceptable to speak that way about another human being. The act itself condones this abhorable offence, even if it was not intended to come out that way.

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We live in a messed up world. I can't even tell you how many times I've had to turn away from a news story detailing a horrendous crime or natural disasters resulting in mass casualties, because of the effect it has on my emotions.

However, when the story could have easily been prevented, like the story about Seth, I stand up and take notice, regardless of how traumatic it may be.

You might not understand why I am using Seth's name so frequently. It's because he is someone. Seth is someone's son. Someone's grandson. Someone's brother.Someone's nephew. Someone's friend. Seth could be your child.



The reality is that this could very well happen to your child. Your children are the generation that will lead this world into the next century. It is crucial for you, as a parent, to educate your children to be tolerant of  all people, regardless of their race, religion and sexual orientation. I believe that there isn't  anything wrong with being gay. I believe that it is wrong for any human being to subject another to any form of bullying. I believe that unless we teach our children tolerance, the world that will be awaiting them will be a very scary place. Unless they're stopped, bullying children usually grow up to be bullying adults.



I'm sure there were many reasons as to why Seth attempted to end his life. People don't decide to take their own life in response to a single instance, regardless of how painful that experience might have been for them. There could be countless reasons. Don't let your children be bullied. Or even worse -- the bully.


If your child were to tell you that they were gay and for everyday that they had to live with this secret, pushed them closer to ending their life, just so you wouldn't hate them -- what would you say? Wouldn't you rather have your child be free and happy to express who they really are, rather than be miserable because they can't?


Only you can answer that question. But at the end of the day think back to that first moment, when you held your precious child in your arms, and vowed to spend the rest of your life protecting them.

Let your children know that you'll protect them.  If they’re being bullied, you will stand up for them. Don't let them hold all their emotions in because they are too afraid to tell you how they feel. Free them and maybe the world will be a little more tolerant.



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If you need support or information about suicide prevention contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or SANE Helpline on 1800 18 SANE (Australia only). Outside Australia, contact your local suicide prevention hotline in your area.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Bucket List

I'm not a very organised person. If you could see my room right now*,  you would probably think somebody has broken in and trashed the place. I kid you not. My room is a disaster zone. I like to call it Ground Zero.** I would have to be the messiest person I know. Just look at my car.


(It's clean at the moment, but I dread the
moment it returns to its former state). You could probably bury someone in my room and nobody would ever find them. You wouldn't even have to worry about the smell, because every 36 minutes or so, my little Airwick spray lets out a whiff of something called Summer Splash.
I don't even let my pets in my room anymore. I actually think they would die in a landslide, caused by my ever expanding wardrobe and my vast collection of DVDs. The mirror in my room is so dirty, that when I look at my reflection, something that looks a lot like a cave dweller, stares back at me!
Nevertheless, even the most disorganised person has to have a list. A grocery list, perhaps? A list of bills to pay? A to-do list?*** Well, I have a list. It comprises of things I would like to do before it's too late. Before life gets too complicated and I lack the time and desire to complete it. Before I need to be lifted out of my house with a crane. Not because I'm too fat. Oh no! Because I've been buried in the landslide!

So, just like every girl I know, I've complied a list of things I would like to do before I die. I would like to share five things from my list. Remember people, I am a go-getter. I go and I get. I vow to complete everything on this list before I cross through those pearly gates. 


Swim with whales
Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been fascinated by two things: water and whales. Vancouver didn't have a lot of beaches, but whenever I was around a lake or a river, I felt the need to jump right in. It was about this time that I had discovered my love of whales. I can't tell you why I love them so much, but there is something tranquil and harmonious about them.I always have recurring dreams, where I am swimming with them and it's delightful. I'm never scared and when I put my head on my pillow at night, I pray that I get to swim with them once again.

I am absolutely disgusted that to this day, they are still being brutally hunted by countries such as Japan and Norway. So, not only will I one day swim with them, I would also like to advocate for the preservation of whales and help put an end to the cruel act of whaling, worldwide.

I read a story this morning about an Australian teenager photographed climbing on top of a whale, just off the coast of Western Australia. There is talk of fining the teenager, as they believe it to be an act of harassment against wildlife. But what if this kid shares the same feelings about whales as I do? Looks like this kid can scratch riding a whale off their bucket list!

Write a book

If I were to ever write a book, would you read it? Where would I begin? Shall we begin like David Copperfield?
"I am born...I grew up."****
It would be titled, The Trials and Tribulations of Sabrina.

OK, maybe I need to think of a better title, but it would most certainly be autobiographical. Who doesn't want to read all the juicy tales of someone else's life? And you would ALL get a mention. Yes, you. Of course, I will give you a pseudonym. Everybody has a story. What's yours?


 Travel around the world

I have had the pleasure of growing up in two of the world's best countries: Canada and Australia. I'm lucky because I get to root for two countries during the Olympics (Australia during Summer; Canada during Winter).



As much as I love these two great nations, I can not deny that they lack something that is very important to me: history. Yes, I'm quite aware that they have history, dating back to when they were first colonised, but they don't have buildings, landmarks and historic sites that have withstood countless wars, famines and natural disasters.

I would like to embark on a global journey which will take me from one end of the globe to the other. I want to experience a sunrise in Rio de Janeiro. Go trekking in the Himalayas.  Pray at St Peter's Basilica. I want to fill hundreds of albums with photographs of my travels to Europe, Africa and South America.

And I won't be alone...there is nothing more romantic than standing at the top of the world, with the one that you love.




Make a difference in someone's life...without them even knowing it


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Think Oprah, but without the flashy lights and
screaming ladies. I want to be in a place, both financially and emotionally, where I can make a real difference in someone's life, without them ever knowing that I exist. The only stipulation is that they have to one day do the same for another.

The world would be a better place if people actually followed through on their promises. I hope I will be one of the ones who follow through...





Run a marathon 



If you know me, you'll know that I have absolutely zero running ability. This is where my previous PE teachers failed me. I just can't do it.  I don't know how to run, unless it involves me running towards something I want.

When I was in junior high, a few of my friends and I stole 1st, 2nd and 3rd place ribbons and proceeded to award ourselves the honours that came with placing so highly in the Track and Field meet.

Truthfully, the only time I ever run, is to get to the front of the mosh pit at a concert. I'll never forget my friends shock at how quickly I made my way into the arena to see Bon Jovi perform.

I will give up smoking. I will slowly teach myself how to run. And I will complete a marathon. Even if it has to be the kid version before the actual race. Remember the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare? I am definitely the tortoise.


My list is not finished. It grows everyday. Some things are easier done than others. But take comfort in this - I will make an effort to complete every single thing on my list. Life is too short to wish for things. You need to grab it by its balls and take as much as you can get...It might all be gone tomorrow.



* My room has since been cleaned. It only took over nine hours
** No disrespect is meant to anyone who lost someone at Ground Zero
*** Matthew Fox is currently at the top of mine
****  From the opening scene of Interview with a Vampire






Sunday, September 26, 2010

Teenage Dreams



Like all girls my age, I spent my adolescence lusting after the boy next door. However, the boy next door was actually a girl, so I had to improvise. Not with her, you sickos. With the quintessential boy next door: Ralph Macchio, The Karate Kid. Who didn't like him?


By the time The Karate Kid 2 came out, I had moved on and was crushing on Optimus Prime, of Transformers fame. Only when he was in robot form, because it would be crazy for a girl like me to have a crush on a truck. Yeah, no crazier than liking a cartoon character! I was six. I think I can be forgiven.

Aside from all the real boys in my life, the boys that really made an impact on my life graced the covers of Tiger Beat and Bop. My walls were adorned with images of Kirk Cameron, the boys from New Kids on the Block, Scott Grimes, Keanu Reeves and countless others.


I always believed that if circumstances were different, i.e. I was on their radar; these boys would feel the same way about me. Yes, I now realise that they were probably adored by millions of other girls and boys, but try telling that to pre-tween Sabrina. You have to keep in mind that that little girl grew up to be me, so it's safe to say that if I wanted something, I had to have it.


As much as it kills me to say this, I get where those Bieber psychopaths...er..fans come from. And I don't blame them. What with magazines like Tiger Beat and Bop, telling them that they're in with a chance. I'm surprised there aren't more celebrity stalkers under the age of 12!


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Just look at the cover above. 3 signs Justin's falling for you! and Why YOU have a chance with Justin! Are you kidding me? Girls (and boys), listen up 'cause I'm only going to say it once: You are more likely to catch the Black Death, than you do of dating any of these celebrities. Oh and you'll never, ever have a chance with Robert Pattinson. That dude is too hot for any of you mere mortals. Sorry, but the truth hurts.


I only wish they wouldn't choose such an effeminate idol. My crush changed so many times, from actor to muso aka boy band member and vice versa, but they all had something in common: you would never mistake them for a girl.

Sorry Bieberites, but when I first had the displeasure of listening to that turd on the radio, I thought he was a girl. In fact, when he got hit in the head at one of his concerts by a water bottle, I relieved that moment over and over again. Thanks to You Tube, you can too.


No, but seriously, lets have a look at the new crop of meat that have popped up over night, who might actually be worthy of lusting after.


 <-----Shia LaBeouf
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Where You've Seen Him:
Even Stevens, Transformers, Transformers Revenge of the Fallen, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps

My crush match:

Scott Grimes------->

Where You've Seen Him:
Critters, Critters 2, Who's the Boss, Party of Five, ER, American Dad, Band of Brothers, Robin Hood

Connection: Both are squeaky clean child stars who have transformed into hunky television and film stars




   <-----Justin Long

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Where You've Seen Him:Ed, Dodgeball, Die Hard 4.0, He's Just Not That Into You, Going the Distance

My crush match:

 <------Keanu Reeves


Where You've Seen Him:
Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, Speed,
Point Break, The Matrix, The Lake House


Connection: Think lovable goofball, who can transform from a sexy action star to romantic lead at the drop of a hat


Sadly, there isn't anyone out there that can match Kirk Cameron. Not because he is irreplaceable, but I fear we have lost him to religious evangelism and I don't want to lose another talented, young actor that way.




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Thankfully, these days my crushes are a little more manly, take charge kind of guys.
Think Matthew Fox and George Clooney. Men...ahhh...real men. What I wouldn't give to...




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Anyway, the moral of this story is not to have regrets. I don't regret any of my crushes. Well, except Ralph Macchio and Optimus (but I would still rather do Optimus than Bieber). Post-evangelism Kirk Cameron is still more manly than Justin.

Crushes can make or break your teenage dreams. Just remember, it's not always going to be like how you see it in the movies. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality...



Saturday, September 25, 2010

Seven Drunken Nights

Binge Drinking. The latest teen craze that is downing the nation
 *Some names have been changed for privacy

It’s another Friday night. The weather is balmy- a sharp contrast to the heat explosion that blazed through the city, earlier that day. I’m sitting in one of Sydney’s busiest emergency wards.
Empty Corridors



What’s wrong with this picture? Well, besides the fact that the NSW's Health system is in shambles, there are virtually no doctors available to treat the several patients, who present themselves with varying degrees of alcohol intoxication.

“Everyone did it when they were our age, so I don’t know why they are making such a big fuss about it,” says Elizabeth*, a 16 year old from Sydney’s south west. “I don’t think there is anything wrong with it and I think they should be focusing on other issues.”

'They' are the Australian Federal Government, who has proposed to make drastic changes to the Drug and Alcohol policies as a result of the growing number of cases of binge drinking reported everyday. The National Alcohol Strategy 2006-2009 found approximately 3,100 deaths and 72, 000 hospitalisations were a direct result of drinking.
A Government lifeline?

With an annual cost to the Australian community of alcohol-related social problems estimated to be $7.6 billion, the strategy was developed through collaboration between the Australian government, non government and industry partners and the broader community.

But how do Australian teens feel about this? Is this all being done for nothing? Meeting up at one of Sydney’s busiest coffee shops, the seven young teenagers sitting before me resemble any other adolescent their age.

Their hair is styled to replicate the latest trends and their clothes are straight out of fashion magazines. But to assume that these teenagers are as equally aware of the damaging effects of binge drinking is to assume too much.

When I ask them if they know what a standard drink is, they look at each other and start firing off guesstimates.

“Isn’t it 0.5?” asks Michael. He turns to Rebecca, who assures him that he’s right. She tells him that she just went for her L’s and that was one of the questions. Rebecca, who at 17 is the eldest of the group, loudly proclaims that she ‘loves to drink.’ 
   

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 “I really enjoy it. My friends and I will have shots or whatever is around,” she says.

None of them have any idea how much is in a standard drink and can’t even tell me how many drinks males and females should be drinking in an hour. It’s clear to see that these teens haven’t been properly informed of the damaging effects of alcohol.

“We do something called Crossroads at school. They talk to us about a lot of things and alcohol is one of them,” says Matthew, as he takes a sip of his Pepsi. Matthew is the quiet one of the group, yet when he wants to say something, everybody gives him their full attention. He adds that parents need to speak to their kids too otherwise kids will try to hide things from them and that could be disastrous.

Demi illustrates this point when she asks if her parents will ever find out what she says at this interview. I reassure her that her name won’t be used.



“My parents won’t let me drink, so I usually do it when I’m out with friends,” Demi says. Her parents don’t allow her 20 year old sister to drink at home, so ‘how does that help me,’ she adds. “It’s not like I drink that much, anyway.” But how much is too much?

“Over drinking…like going past a certain limit?” says John, 16,  whist admitting that he drinks at least three or four drinks in a session. “Yeah, I’ve done that. But really, I only go to parties once a month.” He looks around at his friends and then adds, “I drink at my mate’s house, once a week, but we never drink that much.” John adds that his mum always asks him if he’s had a few drinks when he gets home and if there was adult supervision.


The last drop

Does it really matter to these teens if adults are present when they drink? I put this question forward and all of them shake their head. It’s a unanimous no. To these teens it’s their choice they say, but some still believe that to an extent, peer pressure plays a vital role in choosing to drink.

“I don’t drink,” Sarah butts in. “My parent’s tell us they’ll buy us alcohol if we want. But I always say no. I don’t like the taste.” Matthew agrees and says that his parents don’t care if he drinks or not. He just chooses not to.

“I don’t drink either. I’ve had one, but I just don’t like the taste,” Matthew says, “My friends are cool with it. There’s no pressure.” 


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 Maybe not for him, but Anabelle and Demi disagree. They believe that teenagers want to feel like part of the group and that’s why they drink.

“There is definitely pressure to drink at these parties,” Demi explains. “You do feel like an outcast if you don’t have a drink.”

Anabelle, who at 15 is the youngest of the group, agrees. She acknowledges that at some point peer pressure plays a huge part in why her friends drink.


“I don’t get it…they’re just acting drunk. What’s so cool about that?” Although she doesn’t feel the need to drink at parties, she can see how all her friends feel the pressure to ‘fit in’.

And what do they think about the ‘danger’ element? Knowing the effects of alcohol has not stopped , these teenagers from compromising their safety.

“I once got into a car with a guy, who was so drunk,” Anabelle explains. “He didn’t even have license plates on the car.” Anabelle looks to her friends to back her up. “How else are we meant to get home?”

 

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 Demi adds that one time their friend was so drunk, that she began to walk towards oncoming traffic. It was only after a friend pulled her to safety, that she realised how close of a risk she had taken.

‘But, I agree with Anabelle,” she says. “Half the time our parents think we’re somewhere else so how can we get home without getting in trouble for lying.”
Jane, Elizabeth’s mother offers her views on the drinking debate. “Look, if we’re having a party, I’ll let her and her friends have a couple of cruisers. I’d rather they drink when we’re around.”
Alcohol abuse can lead to shattered lives, not just shattered glass


Jane says the new steps the government is taking to curb binge drinking are a joke. She believes increasing alcohol prices will not stop them from drinking.

In fact, the opposite will happen, she says.

“They’re just going to have to find more money to buy it. I think it boils down to each individual, but really if they’re going to drink, they’re going to drink. Who’s going to stop them?” she says, without the slightest hint of irony. One thing she is sure of, is that parents cannot be solely responsible.

So, whose problem is it then? Two PE teachers from Sydney, weigh in on the debate and believe that the government, teachers and most importantly the parents need to work together to stop this crisis from escalating further. Michelle believes that underage drinking is a serious problem and it’s due to the fact that teens are not informed on how much alcohol they should be consuming.

“They [teens] don’t realise their limits. They don’t realise the consequences,” says Michelle. She accepts that as a teacher, she could play a huge role in reducing underage drinking by supplying students with the tools and social skills to make informed decisions.

Kevin agrees, “We can provide correct, up to date information and stats on why young people drink. We need to show them the consequences of their actions.”






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 However, both agree that more funding needs to be put into place to allow them to do their job.
“There are no programs in place that identifies and assists students who may have alcohol or drug related problems,” says Kevin. “Our school doesn’t even reach out to families about the problems of underage drinking. So, what does that tell you?”

Michelle and Kevin are not alone in their belief that parents should step up and take some responsibility for their children.
Sergeant Michael Gibson, who is a NSW Licensing Supervisor and Sergeant Constable Alana Woodbury, believe that everybody, including parents, need to pull up their socks and tackle one of the biggest epidemics in Australian history.

“Parents, teachers, the government. We all need to get together and talk to these kids. At the end of the day their future is at risk,” he says.

Woodbury adds as a parent herself, she can’t imagine why any parent would not want to teach their child about the risks of such a harmful drug.

“That’s what alcohol is. A drug. We should teach these kids how to drink responsibly, instead of trying to prohibit it,” she says.


As we begin to take the last sips of our drinks, I ask Demi what it would take to get through to her about the dangerous effects of binge drinking.

“Honestly? Ads, warnings and all that won’t change anything. We want people to talk to us. Tell us about the effects. Show us,” she says. “Even this, us talking has opened my eyes a little.”

We hope so. Your future depends on it.

Puff, Puff...Pass It On

There they were, three boys, who looked no more than eight or nine years old. They walked over to the nearby mobile kebab trailer (which was closed) and attempted to pick the lock. When that failed, they made their way into the gas station and pleaded with the female attendant to sell them a lighter. It was at this moment that I had to step in.
 

What happened to the days when young boys played at the lilypond?

“Boys, you shouldn’t be smoking. Nothing good will come from it and you will die. A slow death,” I call out to them. Ok,  so maybe it’s not my call, but there is nothing wrong with a little scare tactic.

“Please, we need them,” one of the boys pleads while asking me to buy him cigarettes. The other two boys pipe in.

“We have to smoke. Please buy us cigarettes, please.Why won’t you get them for us?” They beg and plead for me to hear their case. I see the ‘old’ me in these boys. Trapped in an addiction that will only get worse the further they get dragged in. I then roll out the spiel that I had heard so many times before. It was heartbreaking to watch. They weren’t at school (which is an entire story in itself) and they didn’t have anyone who was teaching them about the damaging effects that come hand in hand with smoking.

“I live with my nan. She doesn’t care as long as I don’t smoke her cigarettes,” said the youngest boy. He broke my heart. He didn’t care if he died from smoking. He said he had ‘no one that cared whether he lived or not.’ I couldn’t get him to see that I cared and that his life was worth saving.


I only wanted to fill up my tank with gas. I never thought I would be lecturing kids on the dos and don’ts of smoking. But when I saw those boys, I felt it was my duty as an adult to break that evil downward spiral that begins when you take that first drag. I felt defeated because I couldn’t help them. But who was I to lecture these boys, when two days later I was happily (ok, maybe not happily but definitely of my own freewill) puffing away?

As a put out that cigarette it dawned on me that everything I achieved in the last ten months was wasted. I thought I could do it. I really wanted to be a non smoker. I lasted almost a year without breathing in that noxious weed. But in a moment of temporary insanity, I failed. I even got a tattoo in Latin, libertas de famulatus, meaning freedom from enslavement. I was enslaved to the weed.

When I finally came to the realisation that I was slowly responsible for ending my life (I guess it’s kind of like committing suicide over a longer period of time), I had clocked over 17 years as a smoker.

But I’m not the only one. Each year, thousands of Australians try (and some are successful) to give up smoking. With names such as butt, fag, cancer stick, smoke and ciggie, cigarette smoking became popular in the early 20th century where it was seen as sociable and fashionable to smoke.


According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics (ABS) Australia ranked 17th out of 77 countries in tobacco consumption in persons aged 15 years and over. Poland came in first. Yet today well into the 21st century, millions of dollars are spent on scare tactics by the government and organisations like Quit. 


New data released in January reveals one in five smokers believe the dangers of smoking are inflated and don’t believe any of smoking related cancers are caused by smoking.

Quit Victoria's Policy Manager Kylie Lindorff, says the data shows that many smokers do not understand the risks associated with smoking. She adds that more works needs to be done to educate the health effects associated by smoking.

"By exposing smokers to campaigns which explicitly show the health effects of smoking and by systematically updating graphic health warnings and making them a larger feature of cigarette packaging we can better communicate the devastating health consequences of smoking," she says.

However, their efforts are almost wasted as many Australians start smoking each year.


Mark Maguire, 20 from Gordon in Sydney’s North Shore, knows this only too well. For the past two years, he has been bouncing up and down like a yo-yo from smoker to non smoker and vice versa. He says that although he knows the side affects of smoking he can’t help but continue the habit.


“It is hard for somebody like me to quit smoking. Everyone I know smokes. I feel left out if I don’t smoke,” he says. “Sometimes I smoke just to kill time. Like if I’m waiting for friends. It’s a social thing,” he adds.

Courtney, a 30 year old legal assistant from Canada, can relate to what Maguire is going through. She started smoking at the age of 13 because she thought it was a cool thing to do at the time.

“I’m not really sure why…it has always been a regret of mine,” she says. When she first picked up a cigarette she didn’t even in inhale properly. So what propelled her to finally give up?

“My grandfather recently passed away from cancer and my father has lung cancer,” she says.  “I think the reality of turning thirty along with the recent health issues in my family prompted me to wake up - it was the easiest time to quit for me,” she adds.


After roughly 18 years of life as a smoker (with the exception of the times she quit and relapsed) Courtney finally put out her last cigarette in early January 2009. She now sees eye to eye with all the anti-smoking information that is splashed all over the television, radio and magazines.
“I agree with them now. Of all the times before that I quit or wanted to quit, I always told myself I would never be one of those people that quits smoking and then can't even stand the smell of smoke,” she says
“Well, this time around I have become one of them.  It seems to be working for me though; I don't even have a desire to pick up a smoke again.”
Somebody who is winning the battle against cigarettes is Anna, a 28 year old high school teacher from Ambarvale in Sydney’s south. She quit smoking three years ago to have a baby and is now the mother of a healthy baby girl.
“I quit because I wanted to fall pregnant. Smoking lowers fertility, causes low birth weight and is a risk factor in SIDS [sudden infant death syndrome],”she says adding that her daughter is healthy because she quit smoking two years before conceiving her. That was a sensible decision to make but why did Anna take up smoking in the first place?
“I know it sounds dumb, but to get a break at work,” she says. “The smokers got regular smoko's [smoking breaks] and the non-smokers had to work through.”
That ‘break’ turned into almost 11 years as a smoker for her. Now older and wiser, what would she say to her younger self?

“Don't do it. It will stunt your growth…it actually does, by interfering with puberty, ruin your nice white teeth, permantly alter your lung capacity and turn you into an addict. It is harder to give up smoking than get off heroin.” she says.


“Every day it is a conscious effort to not smoke. Once a smoker, always a smoker, you have to remember that and never fall back into the trap. The government profits a lot from smokers...then they spend it on things we didn't ask for. Why do you want to throw your money away...wouldn't you rather go shopping?” she says.


Courtney adds “Put that down. It's not the cool thing to do.”

As I pull away from the gas station, I look over my shoulder to see the boys move on to another driver who has just pulled into the car park. I hope he can get the message across better than I did. As for what I would tell my younger self about smoking- nothing. What’s done is done. But I can say something to the kids I see on the street, who continue to light up. And I will.







Friday, September 24, 2010

All Creatures Great and Small


I don't remember the exact moment, nor can I remember what it was that set off this emotion inside of me, but I have always loved animals. Some of my earliest memories revolve around chasing the birds around Stanley Park and feeding my lunch to the squirrels. Just like Noah, I wanted to have two of everything. Expect for snakes. And spiders. They scared me. They still do. But I would never want to hurt them, unless my life depended on it.  I mean, if it was a case of them or me, like Kelly Taylor, I would choose me.


I realise that there are some sick people in this world, like the lady who dumped the cat in the garbage and that horrible little girl, who threw the puppies, one by one, into the river, but generally speaking, who doesn’t care about the welfare of animals? So, when I was forced to defend my belief that animals shouldn't have to suffer, I was shocked that more people didn't feel the same way about them as I did. 

It all began as we were driving home from a weekend away; my friends were having a discussion about caged versus free range eggs.

Caged eggs: Not all it's cracked up to be


My ears pricked up as they explained the logic behind their decisions. Now, I won't go into what was said. I respect them for their beliefs and I would expect them to respect my beliefs. However, I merely stated that it was a cruel process, in which the chicken is subjected to spending their entire life laying cramped inside a shared cage. My friends jokingly teased me. But really, what is so wrong with caring about the treatment of animals?


Poor fellas. They have no idea what awaits them

I can get quite fired up when it comes to causes I believe in. Having said that, sometimes I'm a total contradiction of my beliefs. For example, I'm against the inhumane treatment of animals, but that won't stop me ordering a cheeseburger.  People don't understand my decisions, but I'm not asking them to make the same choices as me. Take BP for instance. Since the Gulf of Mexico disaster, I have boycotted BP and all their affiliated products. My friends questioned my motives. After seeing images of animals, wiping away that filthy oil off their backs, how could I continue to contribute to the cause of it?

It's not so much about the oil spill. Did you know that oil companies spill more oil in Nigeria annually, than the entire Gulf oil disaster? Yet the world continues to ignore it. I don't know. I guess we live in a messed up world. These animals don’t contribute to that. They are not in charge or make decisions that could adversely affect our lives. They have no voice. Who advocates for them?  I do know one thing: I will always be an advocate for animals. And that doesn't mean that I'll be shouting from the highest rooftops. Sometimes it's the little things that can make a big difference.

Let me tell you one thing before you book me a one way ticket to Nimbin: I'm no 'greenie'. I can't believe I'm admitting to this, but I don't separate my garbage before I throw it away.
Sure, I throw bottles and old newspapers in the recycling bin, but if it so happens that some non-recyclable garbage makes its way into the bin, well, so be it. 

But when it comes to another living creature, I will not apologise if I try to minimise the suffering they experience. Yes, I understand the whole ‘food chain’ theory, but does that mean that the prey has to suffer at the hands of their attackers? What I’m trying to say is, when I do eventually get eaten by a shark, should they play with me for a little bit, or would it be more humane for them to gobble me whole? I’m praying for the latter.





I would like to leave you with one thought: Next time someone states their beliefs, try not to judge them. Remember, somebody has to root for the little guy...

The Grammar Nazi

                                                                                                                                                              
My name is Sabrina and I'm a Grammar Nazi. I'm not alone. At this very moment, there are millions of others, like myself, who are dissecting every email, text and Facebook update that you have ever written.


When I was little and not feeling well, it wasn't chicken soup that made me feel better. It was grammar. Ok, so that's a lie.


  
 The only thing that made me feel better was watching my favourite cartoons and sipping on some Canada Dry Ginger Ale.  Although I did like Alphabet soup. Mmm...

Anyway, at some point in my life, my relationship with grammar changed. I don't think I can pinpoint the exact moment, but it probably began when the world started 'talkn lyk dis.'




Here are some of the more common grammatical errors:

I before E except after C - How hard is that to remember? Here are some common mistakes: beleive, theif, neice and recieve.  Here are some exceptions to the rule: efficient, weird, height, neither, ancient, caffeine, foreign

Except and accept  - Accept means "to receive." Except means "to leave out." Capish?

Their, There and They’re - Again, please think before you write or type

Then and Than  - Seriously? Do I really need to explain this?

Your and You’re - Or this?

Unfortunately, there are far worse crimes committed in the English language than these examples listed above. I'm referring to the horrendous language that began not too long ago, courtesy of Gen Y, or I or whatever the hell they are calling themselves these days. I'm talking about knoe, aight, wat, fwend, pritty and wit...Arghh! The list goes on. Don't get me started on FML, PSML, ILY, TY, STFU and IMO. It seems like these punks want to spell these words incorrectly on purpose! It's blasphemous! If it can't fit in a 140 character tweet or a Facebook update, they don't want to hear about it.


As I type this, I'm ashamed to admit, I have one of my Facebook friend's profile open for inspiration. Without disrespecting this 'friend', I would like to know how the education system failed her. Seriously, what are they teaching kids these days? Gen Y or I (from here on in, they shall be known as texters) will find it difficult to find a job with email addresses like sexibabbii, gorjusslut and hot12fak. I kid you not. These are actual email addresses. I will refrain from giving you the full address because even I am not that cruel. Texters refrain from using spell check. Texters will  purposely spell words with double letters, i.e. thiss, yeaa and weatherr. I also don't get how they add the letter 'z' to everything, i.e. agez. It can't be to save time, because it takes the same amount of time to spell the word ages correctly as it does to spell it incorrectly.  And for God's sake, can we please stop using the word 'youse'. It doesn't exist. It's you. YOUSE IS NOT A WORD IN ANY LANGUAGE I KNOW!

I'm not suggesting we go back to speaking Shakespeare's English. But what happened to the English we were taught at school? Surely, elementary school teachers will not start teaching children acronyms, whilst teaching the ABCs?

Arguments over spelling and grammar are often as passionate as those over things like McDonalds versus Burger King, Coles versus Woolworths or even PC versus Mac.



But there is just one difference: those items are a matter of choice. With grammar there is only ONE option - the right way. Or as some of you might put it - the 'rite' way.