A Funkaoshi Production

A comic on privilege.

A look at the married women in the Upper East Side, and their (bizarre) lives.

Only about 13 per cent of north Scarborough commuters work in downtown Toronto, and an extraordinary 78 per cent of those are already taking transit. By way of comparison, only 70 per cent of Manhattan commuters rely on transit.

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The folks travelling to non-downtown destinations generally do not drive or do not have access to a vehicle. They need improved bus service now — not in 2025

Oh, Toronto. This about sums it up:

In truth, he said, politicians from all three levels of government are stalling on the Sheppard LRT. If they actually built it, they wouldn’t be able to keep promising voters a subway.

Twitter seemed to be one of the few “big” places online that was cool with pornographers posting pornography. One of the people I play D&D with sometimes (who happens to be a porn star—what?!) has said her photos have been removed from the site. She also does a lot of medical advocacy for people with disabilities, and posts ‘hospital glam’ photos that Twitter also removed.

I love everything about this, except that it is US only.

It makes economic sense as well: “Clugston says that it costs about $20,000 a year to house someone. If they’re on the street, it can cost up to $100,000 a year.”

Gentrification in New York.

Interesting, perhaps, that the assumption in the article is that the other person in an interracial relationship is White.

The regular sex abuse by peacekeeping personnel uncovered here and the United Nations’ appalling disregard for victims are stomach-turning, but the awful truth is that this isn’t uncommon. The UN’s instinctive response to sexual violence in its ranks – ignore, deny, cover up, dissemble – must be subjected to a truly independent commission of inquiry with total access, top to bottom, and full subpoena power.

Called it. Scarborough elects bozos to city council, and will likely elect the same bozos again in 4 years. Anyway, the people in Scarborough really need a better commuter train system. Being able to take the LRT to the Shepard Stubway seems like half a solution to transit woes in the city.

“As Riots Follow Freddie Gray’s Death in Baltimore, Calls for Calm Ring Hollow.”

They have turned the book into a TV show.

A profile of Eron Gjoni—a seemingly terrible person.

“A hideous crime was committed, but was it a freedom-of-speech issue for PEN America to be self-righteous about?”

Anil Dash writes about having a follower count on Twitter that rivals or bests most popular celebrities, while not being famous at all.

Ari Goldkind is so awkward in this interview.

I hate it when people ask me where I’m from, because my answer is often followed by, “But where are you really from?” When they ask that question, it’s as though they’re implying I don’t belong here. The black diaspora has rippled across Toronto: Somalis congregate in Rexdale, Jamaicans in Keelesdale, North Africans in Parkdale. We make up 8.5 per cent of the city’s population, but the very notion of a black Torontonian conflates hundreds of different languages, histories, traditions and stories. It could mean dark-skinned people who were born here or elsewhere, who might speak Arabic or Patois or Portuguese, whose ancestors may have come from anywhere in the world. In the National Household Survey, the term “black” is the only classification that identifies a skin colour rather than a nation or region.

Desmond Cole has been on fire, recently. Some great stuff. I still remember him from City Idol. I wish his monologue from that film was online.