Haiti is not a shit holes

It’s not that often that I talk about politics but with what that person, the one representing the United States of America, said about (sorry about my language) shit holes such as Haiti is a total disgrace.

Why should we all be surprised by his remarks? It’s been one year of unintelligent comments, first class stupidity and embarrassment from this human being.

Haiti is such a beautiful country, which unfortunately has been unlucky lately.

Sometimes, the media only puts the spotlight on the misery and the poverty, but that’s not all Haiti is.

Like every country, we have some neighbourhoods that are struggling and others that are prospering.

The Haitians are a very resilient population.

My parents came to Canada in the 70s to have better opportunities during the Duvalier didacticism. Similar to many others that instead went to the United States, they had hoped for a better future for their future children in terms of the freedom to be educated and in some way, living the Canadian and American dream.

I was raised to love everyone and that we are all citizens of the same world. Yes, our world is not perfect but, come on, saying this type of comment and afterwards, denying it like an entitled child is unthinkable.

The saddest part is that he may not be the only one thinking like this. With that in mind, the future seems a little less optimistic.

Today marks the anniversary of the earthquake. It was such a devastating event. My thoughts go to the victims and their families.

I remember when George Clooney, in a very short time, organized the Hope for Haiti telethon. I was so moved by this initiative and I saw through my parents eyes the gratitude and a feeling of we (the Haitian population all around the world) were not forgotten.

I want to take this moment to reflect on this positivity even through this very dark cloud.

Let’s be grateful that the majority of people all around the world thought the comment of that person, the one representing the United States of America, was mean, cold-hearted, stupid, dumb and full of shit holes.

We are all better than that!

Right?

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Formula E for Life!

I was disappointed that the city of Montreal won’t be the host of the 2018 Formula E Championship.

Yes, I’m a very proud Montrealer and yes, I do understand why the Montrealers are mad for the lack of transparency from the previous mayor of the city.

But this race is the future of the racing world. The scenery was perfect (I do understand the fact it wasn’t really a perfect situation for the people leaving near by), the competition on the track was so intense and let’s face it, it’s time to encourage a more ecological attitude in every aspect of life including in sports.

I still hope there could be a solution. Maybe moving the race in the suburbs like in Tremblant. I think it’s pity that we are letting go this beautiful race.

I will still cover the Formula E with the same passion and enthusiasm attitude as last year.

2018 will be more dramatic on the track field than before. The rivalry between Di Grassi and Buemi will be on full mode in 2018. Sam Bird, Nico Prost, Jean-Eric Vergne are making waves too. This season will be epic.

Another year of having fun with the boys.

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On se souviendra toujours du 6 décembre 1989

Le 6 décembre 1988 était une journée typique pour moi quand j’étais enfant, venant de ma journée à la garderie.

La vie semblait plutôt bonne, amusante et paisible. Mais ce jour était celui de la peur, de l’anxiété et de la profonde tristesse. Ces émotions négatives ont fait une entrée dans ma vie et je pense, beaucoup de Canadiens, de Québécois et surtout de Montréalais.

J’étais à l’âge préscolaire à ce moment-là, mais je me souviens exactement, venant après ce soi-disant «jour typique» pour ma famille et des milliers de familles. Le visage de ma mère a changé quand elle a vu ce qui se passait en regardant les nouvelles. Mon frère était aussi silencieux que ma mère.

 

Pour moi, ce silence était inhabituel. Le silence fut bientôt suivi par mon téléphone qui sonnait à la maison.

Le chemin

Les vagues de chocs ont commencé.

 

Je ne comprenais toujours pas pourquoi je voyais la lumière rouge clignotante des ambulances à la télé ou pourquoi je n’arrêtais pas d’entendre le mot «Polytechnique». J’ai demandé à mon frère ce qui se passait et il m’a calmement expliqué que nous ne le savions pas encore, mais il y avait eu une fusillade.

Une fusillade?

C’était ma réaction.

J’avais si peur. Nous avions tous tellement peur. Les minutes ont passé et petit à petit, nous avons appris les noms des victimes. J’ai réalisé très tôt, ce sont les noms des femmes. J’ai entendu “Maryse”, “Barbara” …

Je pensais “OMG, je ne comprends pas ce qui se passe”. Notre monde a changé. Je suis allé me ​​coucher, ramper avec ma mère pour dormir. Je ne voulais pas perdre ma maman! Elle était (et est toujours) la femme la plus importante de ma vie. Je pensais que peut-être une jeune fille, comme moi, n’était pas capable de ramper dans les bras de sa mère cette nuit-là.

Avec le 7 décembre 1989, nous avons réalisé que ce n’était pas un mauvais rêve. C’était une réalité qui ne pourrait jamais être effacée de nos esprits et de nos âmes.

À ce moment-là, nous en savions plus sur ce qui s’était passé. Je me souviens que mon frère me disait que la vie ne serait pas facile pour moi en tant que fille ou, plus tard, en tant que femme, mais je devais continuer à me battre pour mon rôle dans la société et être invincible.

Mais pendant qu’il me disait ces mots de sagesse, comme il le faisait toujours, ses yeux avaient peur. Je n’ai jamais vu mon grand frère, mon héros, aussi effrayé. Il était si triste. Il ne pouvait pas comprendre ce qui s’était passé. C’était un garçon intelligent de 11 ans qui a été élevé pour être respectueux envers les femmes et pour les admirer pour leurs accomplissements. Il m’a toujours fait sentir que je pouvais être ce que je voulais, même si cela exigeait de marcher dans le monde d’un homme.

Mais le 7 décembre 1989, il semblait perdu et effrayé.

 

J’ai grandi étant être une fille qui à un côté princesse à petite dose (Barbie, My Little Pony, chantant des chansons de Nathalie Simard et regardant sa série religieusement) avec une grosse dose de garçon manqué (matchs de catch avec mon frère, de façon ‘’hardcore’’, jouant au football et au hockey, peur de se salir avec ma belle robe).

 

Quand j’ai appris ce qui était arrivé à ces quatorze femmes, dont douze étudiaient l’ingénierie, à mes yeux, elles représentaient ce que je rêvais devenir ou te conquérir. Elles ont brisé les barrières en entrant dans un monde dominé par les hommes.  À l’époque, les paroles de sagesse de mon frère la veille semblaient irréalistes.

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Le 6 décembre 1990, je me suis fait une promesse.

Ma promesse était de ne jamais oublier ce qui s’était passé en 1989 et de croire vraiment qu’une société pacifique serait quelque chose qui serait réalisable un jour.

La violence n’est pas la réponse.

Ces femmes, comme beaucoup d’autres avant et après cette tragédie, ont perdu la vie de la façon la plus horrible simplement parce qu’elles étaient des femmes. Ceci est un appel de réveil.

Trop c’est trop.

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December 6th 1989 is always on our mind

December 6th, 1988 was a typical day for me as a child, coming from my day at the daycare. Life seemed pretty good, fun, and peaceful.

But, this day was one of fear, anxiety, and deep sadness.

These negative emotions made an entrance in my life and I think, many Canadians, Quebecers and, especially Montrealers.

I was in preschool at that time, but I do remember exactly, coming home after this so-called “typical day” for my family and thousand of families. The face of my mom changed when she saw what was happening while watching the news. My brother was as quiet as my mom. For me, this silence was unusual.

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The silence was soon followed by my phone ringing at home. The waves of shocks started.

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I still didn’t understand why I was seeing the flashing red light of ambulances on tv or why I kept hearing the word “Polytechnique”. I asked my brother what washappening and he calmly explained to me that we didn’t know yet, but there had been a shooting.

A shooting?

That was my reaction. I was so scared. We were all so scared. The minutes passed and little by little, we learned the names of the victims. I realized early on, these were womens’ names. I heard “Maryse”, “Barbara”…. I was thinking “OMG, I don’t understand what is going on”.

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Our world changed. I went to bed, crawling in with my mother to sleep. I didn’t want to lose my Mommy! She was (and still is) the most important woman in my life. I was thinking maybe a young girl,like me, wasn’t able to crawl into her mother’s arms that night.

With December 7th, 1989 came the realization that this wasn’t a bad dream. It was a reality that could never be wiped from our minds and souls. By then, we knew more about what happened. I seem to remember my brother telling me that life wouldn’t be easy for me as a girl or, later on, as a woman, but I had to keep fighting for my role in society and be invincible.

But while he told me those words of wisdom, like he always did, his eyes were scared. I never saw my big brother, my hero, that scared. He was so sad. He couldn’t understand what had happened. He was a smart 11-year old that was brought up to be respectful to women and to admire them for their accomplishments. He always made me feel I could be whatever I wanted, even if it required stepping inside a man’s world. But on December 7th, 1989 he seemed lost and scared.

I was a mix of a girly girl (Barbie, My Little Pony, singing Nathalie Simard songs and watching her tv show religiously) with a big dose of tomboy (wrestling matches with my brother, the hardcore way, playing soccer and hockey, and not being afraid of getting dirty with my beautiful dress on). Impossible means nothing was my moto.

When I learned what had happened to those fourteen women, twelve of which were studying engineering, breaking barriers by entering a male-dominated world. At the time, the words of wisdom from my brother the night before seemed unrealistic.

On December 6th, 1990, I made a promise to myself. My promise was to never forget what happened in 1989 and to truly believe a peaceful society was something that would be achievable one day. Violence is not the answer.

Those women, like many others before and after that tragedy, lost their lives in the most horrific way just because they were women.

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This is a wake up call. Enough is enough.

 

When Harry met Meghan

You probably know by now that HRH Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are engaged (yeah). 

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle engagement

I wasn’t very surprised about this news but I was so happy for the couple. Actually, any happy couple that is happy and in love, I am so happy for them. In that last sentence, I wrote the word happy 4 times!! It is refreshing to write this word.

 

 

 

Back to the happy couple.

 

 

 

They represent our generation. I really don’t understand the fascination with the fact they are an interracial couple. What’s the deal. We are in 21st century people. Why can’t “the media” concentrate on the fact that they are two caring, humanitarians that happened to have met on a “blind date”, clicked, connected and fell in love? 

 

In Canada, I haven’t read much about this fact, but in The States and in The UK, I witnessed that there is still some work to be done regarding discrimination and racism.

Their joint interview with the remarkable journalist Mishal Husain, “career goals”, was like having dinner with friends that are telling you oh my god we are engaged!!” They were happy, nervous in a good way, chatty, loving, and funny. 

 

Mishal Husain
Funny Prince Harry and Meghan
 

I really was so damn happy when they spoke as a team. They want to conquer the world as a team. They are not afraid of humanitarian work, or of being the people’s Prince and Princess with a twist.

 

 

For us, Meghan is our home girl because she spent so much time in Toronto (except I’m from Montreal, but close enough) and she has really shown that she can integrate herself easily with some help of her friends of course.

 

I always enjoyed her blog, The Tig, because she was a foodie, she enjoyed fashion, and she didn’t take herself too seriously. It was an inviting blog. Another aspect that I integrated into The Chronicle, it was so important to me. 

She is another woman that I thought hmm, she is easy-going,and chill like me and a few of my girlfriends, with this fire in her eyes to fight (like Angelina) the good fight, no matter what. 

 

Meghan Markle Vanity Fair

They are both lucky to have found each other and with HRH Prince William and The Duchess of Cambridge, we may see a new era ladies and gentleman. I think they could bring out the best of one another all together. 

 

Prince Harry and Meghan are in love and they are ready to rock this world. We so need this right now. The sky seems less grey suddenly. I will follow their charities closely and maybe (I got nothing to loose), one day, I could interview them. 

Alright, alright…

You are all laughing and rolling your eyes. 

You never know!

 

Like the two of them, they probably didn’t know they would find each other and realize they found their perfect partner. 

 

In British Royal history, we do know of some couples that were deeply in love, but couldn’t be together because of Royal protocol and the timing wasn’t right. In 2017, we are witnessing a new mentality in the royal family. We all had previous relationships that didn’t work out and maybe we got married and unfortunately, a divorce was the solution. Again, kept reading about how Meghan was married and she is now a divorcee.

So what?

 

What matters most is the personality of the person, the fact that she has her heart in the right place. Let them enjoy this happiness and be supportive, like we are supportive to our friends that may follow the same path.The only difference is that your friends are not part of the biggest royal family of all time.

 

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle

It’s our time, as a generation, tojoin them in bringing in a new chapter into this story called LIFE.

 

 

Love is all you need

 

Mishal Husain Twitter

Royal Family official website

Kensington Royal Twitter

Angelina is walking the walk!

I’m in front of my computer screen to write what’s going on right now in my head. I close my eyes and say to myself again in 2017, women, young children and even men are victims of sexual violence around the world and especially in developing countries.

I have finished watching Angelina Jolie’s speech at the UN Peacekeeping Defense Ministerial Conference and I feel a range of emotions such as grief, empathy for the victims and especially frustration when, in 2017, these atrocities still exist. .

Angelina UN

I believe very strongly in the day that we will have a world without wars and without violence. Until when will violence against women continue to go? During Angelina’s speech, she cites a fact that an 18-month-old child has been the victim of sexual violence in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

But what the fuck 18 months… This is just so awful.

At that moment, I started to cry. She asked audience members to imagine that on their streets, trucks with armed men are invading their homes and they are attacking all women and girls in their homes in front of their family members and that As a result, the government of this country asks them to act as if nothing had happened.

It emphasizes that these acts destroy a life and a family. It was not a speech with words in the air. On the contrary, it was a speech of the most touching, most difficult to listen in the sense that it is not a fictional story but the reality. All of this, coming from a brave woman and determined to contribute to bring some peace in this world.

Angelina UN

There were no fanfares, no trumpets, but powerful words that drew her sheets of paper. A messenger ready to continue fighting the good fight. She is one of the voices of optimism in this world so gray. She does not waste her time talking about cosmetics, diets and the next party she will be attending. Rather, sometimes with her children, she puts on her backpack and goes to meet these victims to better understand, to cry with them and to bring them a small ray of sunshine while working very hard with different organizations to they find a better quality of life.

UN CONFERENCE

Actress Angelina Jolie, special envoy to the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, speaks during the 2017 UN Peacekeeping Defence Ministerial conference in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, on Wednesday, Nov. 15, 2017. Over 500 delegates from more than 70 countries and international organizations will gather at the upcoming Defence Ministerial to discuss improvements to UN peacekeeping operations and focus on securing new pledges from Member States. Photographer: Ben Nelms/Bloomberg via Getty Images

In recent weeks with all the scandals happening in the artistic and political world regarding sexual violence sexual harassment against women and even towards men, people are paying more attention.

But it should not take a scandal in the art world to talk about it. Women and girls, for example Nadia Murad, there are thousands. I hope we will pay more attention to those victims who do not have the social media to talk or make noise.

I hope we will support them and make noise for them. The abuse of power is a monster and even I would write that it’s a devil. But the power to do good to one’s neighbor with love and tolerance is angelic. Angelina is an angel on this earth and I’m sure she is not the only one.

UNHCR Special Envoy Angelina Jolie meets displaced Iraqis who are members of the minority Christian community, living in an abandoned school in Al Qosh

Let’s follow her!

Angie charityAngelina Jolie at the UN Peacekeeping Defense Ministerial Conference

The Gals 

It’s been a while since I wrote a fashion post… 
Fashion sketch
What is happening with me? I’m a die hard sports enthusiast with a flare with fashion. 
That’s why I want to write about this fabulous Canadian company that I fell in love with 5 years ago.
Their message is why wait for the man of our dreams (sort of) to give us that shiny rock, a diamond, when we can treat ourselves with one and put it on our right hand. I was so on board with this mentality!
The Right Hand Gal rings
The Right Hand Gal is a Montreal (yeah!) based jewelry company that two passionate sisters have built in the spirit of empowerment, with such beautiful, simplistic jewelry designs. 
Necklace Right Hand Gal
Shawna and Randi Herlich are the two sisters behind this successful Canadian brand.
Their creations are so nicely done and so comfortable. I just can’t get enough of watching their website.
The Right Hand Gal Website
And, the gals are some of nicest people I have met. I met them in Montreal at Billie’s store on a December night in 2013. They both helped me pick up a nice ring in order to bring an outfit to life.
My Right Hand Gal Ring
Until now, when I want to feel I could conquer the world, I wear it with no other jewelry. 
Mission accomplished!
A few actresses, musicians, and public personalities are big fans too. I will leave you the pleasure of Googling their names to find out or go to the Gals website.
Meghan Markle and the Right Hand Gal necklace
This Monday, my post is an ode to my favorite gals. We can be sure the gals will surprise us in 2018 and we will still be amazed by their talent.
Girls power
Gals forever!!