Monthly Archives: September 2013

Cheap laughs, post-TIFF and post-Polish fest

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I covered the Toronto International Film Festival for the third year in a row. It was a lighter work load for me this time around because I didn’t really have to see any movies. That also left me feeling terrible inside because all I had to do was cover a few red carpets (three this year, compared to 12 in 2012) and five parties rather than reporting on the films themselves.  That meant just acting like a spaz with a microphone and afterwards bumping elbows with everyone from Harvey Weinstein and friends (including Julia Roberts and Ewan McGregor) to Ralph Fiennes, Michael Fassbender and Zac Efron. You don’t pay for food or drinks, which temporarily does something to the size of your head. You definitely don’t belong. And when you come out on the other end, you feel rotten about the world, yourself included.

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On success and gender at Geraldine

Walking to a new neighbourhood restaurant called Geraldine for dinner on a recent night.

Foodie: Is your self-esteem effected by my success?

Beast: On the basketball court? Definitely.

Foodie: No, professionally.

Beast: Wow, this new job is really going to your head.

Foodie: No! That’s not what I mean. It’s just that I make more money than you and I’m happier, professionally speaking.

Beast: I know. And no, it’s never bothered me for a second. I actually really like it.

Foodie: I didn’t think so. At work today we talked about a new study that’s come out that says most heterosexual men have lower self esteem when their partners succeed. I just didn’t think that was the case with you. And besides, even if you did, I don’t think that’s a bad thing: it’s how those feelings manifest themselves that could be trouble.

Beast: I’ve only ever been proud of you. And don’t take this the wrong way, but remember when I finished my writing project?

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