To and about Glen McGregor

The Sun is doing a clarification, but I wanted to do more than that. Here it is:

I owe Glen McGregor a clarification, and perhaps even a correction. But I owe readers some context.

First, the clarification/correction. Back in June, McGregor – formerly of Frank Magazine, presently of the Ottawa Citizen – asked MP Eve Adams about expensing hair care products during the last election. Adams responded (smartly, I thought) on Twitter, and out in the open.

Later, McGregor decided to ask another MP, Michelle Rempel – who, like Adams, is young, telegenic, Conservative and female – about whether she also expensed hair care products. McGregor asked Rempel the question in the House of Commons foyer, as she was walking past.

Rempel kept walking, but then sharply turned and addressed McGregor. She was “not amused” by McGregor’s question, he later admitted. She asked McGregor if he had asked any of her male colleagues the same question. McGregor – perhaps feeling sheepish, perhaps not – acknowledged that Rempel’s question was “fair.” So he found some male MPs to ask the question.

Rempel later tweeted: “Thank you Glen, on behalf of all women in this place, for singling me out on first instance to ask me to comment on hair product expenses. In doing so, you no doubt, have inspired more women to run for office. And since you asked me to opine on this particular question, rather than my opinion on policy of the day, the answer is no.”

When I heard about how McGregor had dealt with Rempel, I thought it was plainly sexist. So did plenty of others, whether Conservatives or not. I also thought Rempel (like Adams) dealt with him in precisely the right way.

This week, I wrote a column about sexism in politics. I cited a number of examples. In one, I wrote that McGregor had asked Rempel about the hair care products she uses. McGregor read that, and called the Sun to demand a correction. He deserves one: he didn’t ask Rempel about the hair care products she uses. In fact, he asked her about expensing the hair care products she uses. So, again, I apologize unreservedly to Glen McGregor for my error.

I won’t apologize, however, for expressing the opinion that his question to Rempel was sexist. I still think it was, whether it was about hair care expenses or not. Rempel apparently thought the question was sexist, too. Her tweet makes that pretty clear, I think.

Now, here’s where the context part comes in.

Glen McGregor is one of the most ardent critics of Sun News. He tweets and writes critical stuff about the conservative TV network more than any other reporter, I would think.

McGregor is also no fan of Yours Truly. Back when he was with Frank magazine, and when me and my then-wife were the target of neo-Nazi threats because of a book I’d written, the magazine published our home address. The Ottawa Police said our lives had been placed in danger as a result. Later on, when we separated, McGregor wrote to me and said I was “silly” because I had objected to the fact that he knew details about our divorce, and was seemingly interested in publishing them.

More generally, I think Glen McGregor is a real piece of work. He was at Frank when the magazine published its now-infamous “Deflower Caroline Mulroney” contest. At the time, Mulroney was a teenager. When her father (appropriately, I thought) admitted he’d contemplated taking a baseball bat to McGregor and crew for their “contest,” a member of McGregor’s family said that Glen was owed an apology.

Anyway, that’s the context. A picture of Glen McGregor – a former strip club disk jockey – emerges out of all that. It says a lot more than I ever could.

But is he owed a correction and apology for my big error? Yes, he is.

Now, he can clip it out, and put it in a file next to the “Deflower Caroline Mulroney” contest stuff.


Glen McGregor, revisionist

Glen McGregor, he of the “Deflower Caroline Mulroney Contest,” is very, very angry about my column below.  This upsets me a great deal, as you can well imagine.

He’s called my bosses at the Sun to demand a correction for writing, as I did, that he asked Michelle Rempel (now a Minister) about hair products in a scrum.  Seriously.

What do you think?  Did Glen ask Michelle about hair products?  Call me crazy, and many do, but it kinda seems like it.

Then again, he was running for cover when he joked about the contest to rape Ms. Mulroney, too.  Perhaps he can get a member of his family to demand an apology from me and Michelle, while he’s at it.


In Tuesday’s Sun: in defence of Laura Miller (and not a few other women)

It was a little thing, apparently. A tweet, a bit of digital detritus, something that comes and goes, with little or no attention paid. Happens all the time.

What made it significant was not its casual sexism, or even that the tweet’s author (a high-profile columnist) or its target (a former deputy chief of staff to former Ontario premier Dalton McGuinty) are both female.

No, what made it most noteworthy was that, after the sexist tweet was tweeted, no one really said anything. No one really objected. Not even the government of the current Ontario premier, herself female.

The occasion was the appearance of senior Ontario Liberal Laura Miller before a political circus masquerading as a legislative committee. As Miller testified about the decision to cancel gas plants — an issue considered moot by voters in McGuinty’s Ottawa South constituency, where they recently enthusiastically elected a former McGuinty aide to replace him in the provincial legislature — the columnist tweeted: “[Miller] looks and talks like a Valley Girl. This woman was the second most powerful person in the Premier’s office? Sad statement.”

What was “sad” was that the columnist — who I won’t name, and who (like all of us) shouldn’t be offering anyone tips about their personal appearance or diction — didn’t think the tweet was a problem. Nor, apparently, did any of the small army of communications specialists within Kathleen Wynne’s government. They didn’t object at all. Not a peep.

Perhaps it was because they did not want to get on the wrong side of the arch-conservative columnist (unlikely). Perhaps they didn’t notice the tweet (unlikelier). Perhaps there is a growing divide between McGuinty-era Liberals, and the freshly minted Wynne ones (likeliest).

Whatever the reason, one thing was axiomatic: What was noteworthy wasn’t the rank sexism. In politics, women get hit with that all the time, pretty much. What was significant, instead, is that even progressive political voices remained mostly silent.

In a scrum, with a straight face, Ottawa Citizen reporter Glen McGregor asks Conservative MP Michelle Rempel what hair products she uses. No one objects. Before her re-election, B.C. Premier Christy Clark gets called a “MILF” by a radio host — that is, a “Mom I’d Like to (Expletive)” — and the ostensibly progressive B.C. NDP say nothing.

Ontario NDP Leader Andrea Horwath gets called “a whore” by a radio commentator, and the other political panellists on the show — labour leader Buzz Hargrove and business leader Catherine Swift — say nada.

The sexism is bad enough; The indifference of people who should know better makes it measurably worse.

It doesn’t always happen that way. Many years ago, I posted a picture of an Ontario Conservative MPP on my website, and suggested she would rather be “baking cookies” than standing on a stage with a far-right political candidate. I was roundly condemned for my stupidity, and many times, too. I deserved every bit of it, and more.

There are other infamous examples. Former Liberal cabinet minister Belinda Stronach gets called, variously, a dog, a whore, a bitch and a prostitute — and her critics (all Conservative politicians) are widely condemned. John Crosbie dismisses Sheila Copps as a baby, and ends up boosting her reputation, and diminishing his own.

Too often, however, these things pass without comment. Sexism directed at female politicos receives a collective shrug. It’s almost worse than the sexist remark that preceded it.

Oh, and Laura Miller? She’s no dummy. And she deserved a lot better than she got — not just from the columnist, but from erstwhile friends, too.


Conservative commentator calls for Muslims to be killed

Wendy Sullivan is a Canadian white supremacist who uses the handles “Girl on the Right” or “Right Girl.” She broadcasts on something called “Brass Balls Radio,” as well.

Here is a tweet she posted yesterday. There are many more like it on her Twitter feed.

That, to me, meets the legal definition of advocating genocide (s. 318, Criminal Code of Canada, R.S.C. 1985) and/or incites/wilfully promotes hatred (s. 319, Code). I don’t have much doubt that.

What I don’t have, however, is her whereabouts. In order to alert the police, we need to know that Sullivan is in Canada, and where she lives.

Any help with that would be gratefully appreciated.

Oh, and Twitter’s recent grandiose claims about limiting/preventing such garbage? Was itself garbage, apparently.


Toronto needs a mayor: Rob Ford tried to meet secretly with drug dealer in jail

Quote:

“At around 7 p.m. on March 25, about three hours after official visiting hours, Mr. Ford arrived unannounced at the Toronto West Detention Centre and asked if he could have a tour of the jail, four sources with knowledge of aspects of the incident said. After the tour request was declined, the mayor indicated he wanted to meet with Mr. Bellissimo…

That request was also declined and the mayor departed – leaving an unsolved mystery within the correctional service about why the mayor visited at such an odd hour, why he was indirect about the purpose of his visit and why he needed to speak with Mr. Bellissimo, a 43-year-old who has had run-ins with police and has what numerous sources describe as a history of drug-related activity.”

Wow. Well, at least he wasn’t staggering around Toronto streets on the weekend, wasted. That would suggest he really does have a substance abuse problem.


I grow old

Tomorrow, I get even older. So, I sit on the dock and I’m here with new GBV (Tobin Sprout is back!) and a quart of Beau’s Lug Tread, and the sun is heading West, and everything is okay. The little guy is up at the cabin, reading.

The death of Blue Rodeo’s keyboard guy has been replaying in my head, over and over. He was the same age as me – and he’s gone, just like that. I didn’t even know him, and I miss him.

Gets you thinking. I’m maybe not as young as I was. What if that happens to me? What if there’s something wrong inside me, and I don’t even know about it?

Well, there’s not much you can do. I’m happy for the first time in years, and I’m on the dock with a quart and GBV. The sunset looks like it was painted by God. (It was.)

I miss my Dad and so many others, too, but I’m going to wring out as much living as I can out of whatever is left.

Happy birthday to me. Take care, wherever all of you all are.

I am totally crying, right now, and I do not have a fucking clue why.

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The Festival of Joy week in pictures

On the dock with Son Two, hours after his return from camp. Get Daughter on Sunday.

Been quite a week. So here it is in pictures.

Monday: me and Lala at Santa Monica Pier:

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Tuesday: onstage with the Palma Violets. That’s Chilli, there. Pic by the amazing Debi Del Grande, best photog in LA.

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Wednesday: back to TeeDot with my prized purchase: new Converse with the SFH logo!

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Thursday: the thing that made me happiest – arrests (finally) in Rehtaeh’s case. It was the top story on CNN.

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Friday: on the dock with Son Two! Next week: Kennebunkport!

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Oh, and I almost forgot: my only film hero, Spike Lee, responded to a tweet I made. I can die, now.

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