TEA & TWO SLICES: On Vacant Robson Street And Airing Dirty Laundry On May Day
by Sean Orr | M’aidez: Occupy Vancouver alive and well, say protesters. If by alive and well they mean the singling out and possible slander of one individual in front of the whole crowd while a dozen or so are trying to shout them down, then yeah, it is very alive, only in a dead, alienating, and sad sort of way.
Perhaps they were just cold from the divisive and chilly demo at the art gallery: Vancouver’s May Day rally came to a heated conclusion as protesters set a large fire in the middle of Commercial Drive. Because when I think of capitalism run amok, I think of Commercial Drive. Dummies.
News For Youse is equally unimpressed:
All we have to say is, c’mon, that’s the best you could do? In Vancouver, a city known for being unreasonably riotous at the drop of a puck, you couldn’t muster up a knocked-over newspaper box or even one broken window?
You do it to yourself: More than 20 vacancy signs as Vancouver’s Robson Street undergoes ‘transition’. Maybe we can invite the Germans back. A new chapter in Vanishing Vancouver!
Pocket change: Retailers cry ‘enough’ as B.C.’s minimum hourly wage hits $10.25. Because giving people more money to buy stuff won’t help the retail sector whatsoever.
Gossip as news: Rumours of disturbing contest among North Van grad students. You want to see disturbing? You should try looking at my Tumblr dashboard. Yikes.
Some weird old person ranting about city spending or something: Baby Vancouver and King Solomon’s Dilemma. This is the journalistic equivalent of sitting next to your drunk uncle, the one with the bad gas and little white foamy bits in the corners of his mouth. He’s unbuckled his pants and now he’s talking about how you can’t find anywhere to “park your damn car nowadays”.