Colin Farrell and Virtue

.1. Saw Colin Farrell on the Ellen show today and I was rather impressed with how many a buttons a man can keep undone, yet remain mysteriously appealing. Colin must have only had two buttons done up and it was acceptable; flat chest and no beer gut most likely due to the diuretics taken the evening prior.

Watching him, I couldn’t help but think that he – in all his sleaziness – would be someone who would make a worthwhile friend. So long as it was clear that there was only friendship to be had between you (being female) and a man such as Colin, men like him usually end up being the most loyal and protective of you.

A few evenings ago, D and I were discussing this ‘gentleman’s code’ that seems to be maintained by men of Farrell’s calibre (though Farrell was not the man in question at the time). I’ve not given it much thought, but I think it is rooted in collapsing the essence of a woman’s virtue with her sexuality; when they keep those two separate, they apply that gentleman’s code to you, but the second the two are brought together as one, that code no longer applies.

Haven’t fleshed this out entirely, but I’ll think about it and get back to you eventually…maybe.

.2. Ever wonder why you keep certain people in your life? The ones who cause you more grief than good, the ones who keep you waiting, and second guessing your actions, the ones who make uncompleted promises, can’t offer unconditional friendship and can’t support you when you need it most?

Well, today’s the day you should stop wondering and start packing them in bubble wrap and sending them away until they stop being some sort of a$$hole. They may find a way out of the bubble wrap, so make certain to pour in some peanuts just in case. If they make it out of both, then maybe they deserve another go. Consider it a form of ‘house cleaning’.

.3. I spoke with R today, on his way back to Montreal and from the Coalition Against the Deportation of Palestinian Refugees rally here in Ottawa earlier today. Ahmad is being deported tomorrow morning and I’ve never heard R so resigned. He was going back to Montreal to visit Ahmad during the allotted visiting hours (between 7 and 9), and it’s so terribly twisted that we’re keeping these men in prisons like they’re some kind of criminal when all they want is to come here and make an honest and good life for themselves, their families both present and future. Rather than opening our arms and embracing them, we lock them up and ship them back to a living, breathing prison.

Listening to R’s voice made me sad. He’s never sounded so exhausted before and I couldn’t help but cry when I got off the phone with him. I don’t know why, but I did, and I think it’s because I sensed the complete disillusionment in the one person I go to for strength.