Breakfast of Crapions…a cautionary tale

I was raised by the Fruit Loop. A latch key Lucky Charmer

If it came in a colorful box with a (I must have it!!) toy inside–it was ON my breakfast table.

Perhaps it was the divorce guilt that made my mother so accommodating, or conceivably maybe she just didn’t know any better.

Also, it was the 80’s. I wasn’t the only kid on the type2 diabetes-inferno-sugar-diet

While I do have gauzy early memories of Shreddies & Rice Krispies, I recall a swift move on to the ‘harder stuff’ as soon as I could articulate the ad bombs that were targeting my innocent brain in between my Saturday morning cartoons. Sure ‘Snap, Crackle, Pop’ was catchy, but those 3 elves couldn’t compete with the bad-ass wrecking ball crew from Transylvania. Pffffffffffffft…slow cooking rice imps! This be some monster crack yo’! Recognize.

My darling (read: exhausted) mother allowed me carte-blanche while riding shot gun in the shopping cart.

I never had to resort to vocal hysterics or crying fits in ‘aisle seven’ as some of my contemporaries had to do with their moms. I knew all of these drug deallers cartoon characters on a first name basis and would point and ‘squeeeee‘ with delight as she plopped each box in the cart without reservation.

Candy For Breakfast

I can recall with such clarity the ((((ANXIETY)))) that would fester when my marshmallow to cereal ratio was out of flux, my sister often bogarting the marshmallows, leaving me with (feh!) lonely mouthfuls of frosted corn. “Give me my MALLOWS ‘bitch!”

Yes, I spoke in confectionary gangster Ebonics as a child.  Why, didn’t every one?

The Fragile Eco System of Marshmallow to 'Corn' Ratio.

The Fragile Eco System of Marshmallow to ‘Corn’ Ratio.

Contraband Cereal

It’s unclear as to why, but besides already having deep seated insecurities for being Canadian (American everything was wayyyyy cooler in the 80’s) there were certain cereals we could never get our hands on due to geography. This of course made these cereals that much more alluring and desirable.

Cases in Point:

Boo Berry never came to town. Like, ever.

I frothed at the bit for this blueberry vomit by virtue of the fact that I couldn’t. have. it.


Another General Mills elusive was Trix.

I remember loving the commercials as a child and the mind control catchphrase “Silly Rabbit, Trix are for Kids” all the while dreaming that ‘somewhere over the Rainbow’ (Milwaukee?) there are KIDS eating these mysterious fruity corn balls (that taste just like Fruit Loops).

The reality was, Trix wasn’t REALLY for all kids… just the ‘chosen’ ones.


Fruity Pebbles wasn’t available in Canada either, which seemed like THE biggest rip off ever?

You Broke My Heart Fred....

You Broke My Heart Fred….

The Flintstones were part of every child’s daily viewing diet (usually at noon) and the disenfranchisement was too much for my little heart to take. Fred Flintstone was the biggest star I knew, and I couldn’t taste his prehistoric wares?! Oh Hellllllllllllllllz no.

It was then that I started freebasing Dimetapp. But that’s another story for another day.


Cookie Crisp was probably the most coveted cereal of all. Cookie soup that turns into chocolate milk? Um…yes Please!

I finally started a small importing racket (thanks mom!) via the rough streets of Lake George and Plattsburgh and let me tell you, this cereal lived up to all its hype. That is, until I discovered the mother load….

 My saccharine rock bottom… [cue record scratch here]…


Pac-Man Cereal with Ms Pa-cMan *SHOCKING* color combo.

Pac-Man Cereal with Ms Pac-Man *SHOCKING* color combo.

The *Psychedelic* colors. Those crunch-tastic pellets! Must. Get. Those. Little. Ghosts!

…And then I’d black out.

The Pop Culture Rainman

I Came, I Saw, I Attended My First Ever Blogger Conference-#BlissDom 2013

Athough I’ve been a published writer for over fifteen years I’ve only recently become hip to the blogger scene. First as an exclusive contributor for the Huffington Post and in the last 6 month’s on my personal blog The Pop Culture Rainman.

In an era where it is *encouraged to spill ones own digital ink* throughout social media, writers—-› especially funny ones, have become super forces on the web.

Via personal blog sites, Youtube channels and Twitter platforms, successful bloggers (i.e. those with healthy follow counts) can receive huge pay offs in lieu of book deals, television pilots and the ambiguous apogee in social media stature; Online Fame.
One of the largest communities and resources for bloggers is the American site which boasts an online community of 92 million. BlogHer also hosts several niche and one mammoth conference, where I’ve been told the totem pole of online famedome looms large–hierarchy ‘tude included.
Blissful Thinking
In it’s fourth year, Blissdom Canada brands itself as Canada’s Premier Social Media/Blogging/PR Conference. With around 500 attendees from all over the country, Blissdom sets itself apart as a ‘kinder, gentler’ conference (how so very Canadian!) with the marrow to *inspire,* *connect,* and *teach.*
“This year we were very intentional that everyone [feel] at home,” said Shannon Mischuk co-principal at Blissdom Canada. “We want everyone to be conscious of their words and give everybody a chance to use their voice. Numbers don’t matter to us, it’s all about the conversations that take place”.
Being a blogger conference neophyte, I was excited to immerse myself in the culture, meet some like-minded individuals, and connect with some great Canadian brands. The setting was the Delta Meadowvale in Mississauga and although it’s a 3 day affair, I strictly attended Friday’s all day agenda starting at 8am.
Upon arrival I run into 10-year old blogger Hannah Alper in the lobby of the hotel, daughter of Twitter herculean musicologist, Eric Alper.
I want to help the world and promote causes I believe in, like the environment and social action” said Hannah not forgetting to promote herself as an official We Day and Free the Children speaker.
Hannah Alper: Her Future's So Bright *WE* Gotta Wear Shades!

Hannah Alper: Her Future’s So Bright *WE* Gotta Wear Shades!

Erm, Holy Impressive?!  I just stood there inhaling in her adultness and poise.
I do believe I was almost *exclusively* making my Barbie’s hump each other at her age and shame washes over me.
Mommy Bloggers Oh My!
A trend is taking shape; most of the women I am meeting overwhelmingly identify as ‘Mommy Bloggers’ in various permutations.
There were The Mompraneurs, The Yummy Mummies, The Outspoken Blunt Moms, The Karate Moms, The Happy Clappy Perfectly Positive Mommy’s, The ‘Can We Talk’ Mommy’s, The Wine Mommy’sThe-This-is-Why-We-Drink-Mommy’s, The Bacon Mommy’s (ok, I made that one up) the Glam Mommy’s and the Yoga/Pilates Mommies. (BDB ‘Big Deep Breath’!)
Mommy Bloggers
Even though I’m not a mom myself, I get the ‘sisterhood’ of it all, and I understand the large draw to these kinds of events. The Mommy Blogger revolution began from the reality that many new moms feel isolated and overwhelmed and it was a way to initially share tips, stymie loneliness and curate community. From speaking to some of these women, many are ‘desperate‘ for a night or weekend away to connect with their friends and learn about their craft.
Of course not all ‘Mommy Bloggers’ simply write about runny noses and eco-diapers, while many eschew the term itself as it can sound quite condescending and limiting.
I’m not trying to devalue or mock Mommy Bloggers, the fact is, most of the women I met at Blissdom owned this term in their titles and branding platforms. I would never insinuate that it is all they are. I mean at the core we are all writers trying to express ourselves creatively right?
Perhaps it says more about me than anything that I felt stifled by the overwhelming atmosphere of Mommy Bloggers. Hmm..projection much Ms Gold? (Fertility Woes Ovah Here!)
*Might I add, most were lovely and as kind as can be while ONLY one or two appeared to have swallowed their own vomit in my presence?

Remembering 911

Remembering 911

Remembering 911

It was a beautiful Tuesday morning September 11th, 2001. I was taking a uncharacteristic early morning walk in Montreal, when I saw a friend opening up her clothing store at 9:30am near my house. She had a harrowing look on her face.

Have you heard?” she said to me in an all-out panic

What?!” I answered back.

We’re under attack. Terrorism. Go home and watch it on TV

Back then, barely anyone I knew had a cell phone, and although I had no indication of what exactly was going on and what exactly she meant about “we,” I speed walk home in 6 minutes flat.

I ran into my apartment and turned on CNN and I immediately see a visual of a plane hitting the New York World Trade Center with an audibly shaken correspondent doing a voice over. I watch as a second plane hits. I call all of my family members who are all in Canada except for my father who is in Florida.

As I am on the phone with my mother, I watch as the first tower collapses. We are both in d-i-s-b-e-l-I-e-f. Then the second. We both gasp.

In what feels like another nanosecond there is a frantic ring at my door.

My heart skips faster as I ask in a suspicious shrill “Who is it?”

It’s the landlord“…

I’m beyond paranoid. I take a look through my peep hole to verify and I open my door.

You have to evacuate the premises, there is a bomb threat next door at the synagogue.”

I. Can’t Believe. This. is. Happening. My small apartment complex is right next to a beloved Montreal synagogue and with the TV left on, I grab my cat (who HATES going outside) in a small blanket and run downstairs and outside without even locking the door.

I go across the street into a green field and sit down on the the grass, with my cat in my shaking arms with other members of my building. I keep looking up into the sky, looking for any sign of possible ‘incoming‘.

About an hour later we are given the go ahead to return to our apartments, but I am shaken to my core with the added awareness of how Hate & Evil has hit so close to home; both literally & figuratively.

The next few days were spent in tears, and many times I have to just shut off the television completely. Not an anniversary goes by where I don’t have a massive pain in my heart for all of those who perished in that terrible tragedy.

On behalf of each precious innocent soul who perished twelve years ago today, to all those who were injured, and to all those who lost someone; be especially kind to one another.

It matters. Today and always.


Should Robin Thicke Apologize? Only Time Will Tell…

Indecent Twerking

Indecent Twerking

If you don’t follow my twitter (and you SHOULD) you would have missed the many lambastings I made towards Miley Cyrus and that cringe-worthy cartoon of a performance she exhibited at the MTV VMA Awards Sunday night.

To sum up, I called her a GREASY, tongue-wagging, try-hard, NON-talent, Hillbilly, who made me want to wash my brain with BLEACH after watching her STUNT. And I say stunt, because using a Giant foam finger to simulate sex with or to use as a faux-phallus is a shock and awe tactic to distract from any kind of REAL Substance, nothing more.

Now, in the other corner, is Robin Thicke…a talented R&B ARTIST who has been working on his vocal craft for over 15 years. Blurred Lines is essentially the culmination of years of hard work, great timing, luck, and five previous album releases. Yes FIVE…there is NO such thing as an overnight success, and if there is, it’s temporary I promise you.

So back to Sunday night…Robin & Miley did their collab that had many people JUST as disgusted with Robin Thicke as they were with Miley.

I actually didn’t see Robin in a bad light after this at all; I simply think it was a poor judgement call/short-sightedness on his part. The need to appear within the 18-25 demographic that his summer anthem Blurred Lines placed him in, was a pressure cooker scenario waiting to boil over.

I’m not an ageist…but Robin is a married dad…there’s some decorum that he needs to adhere to that doesn’t apply to a bachelor like Pharrell Williams. People complained about their music video? It’s like Romper Room in comparison to Miley’s skeevy raunch.

First of all, the age difference between the two (he’s 38 she’s 20) made Robin appear like a Pedo McPedophile.

However, if you watch the segment back…he NEVER even touches Miley. She was the one who was greasing ALLLLLL over him in every which way, and she is the one who backed herself up into his nether region for that ‘money shot’.

What was he supposed to do…run away on live TV? Maybe it was all intricately choreographed, but she laid it on THICK, with an extra slab of sex-vomit.

He should have done a collab with Bruno Mars. Safer, and higher calibre of talent. It was a terrible idea, one that was probably thought up by the MTV camp. Shock and Awe is the name of the game at the MTV awards, I’m aware. But you can agree not to participate. Even grown married men need to learn not to cower to the pressure, but I don’t BLAME him.

Apparently Paula Patton, Thicke’s wife was at rehearsals and sources are claiming that she is totally “cool” with the whole thing.

I call HORSE PUCKY! (That’s Hillbilly for B.S.)

Rehearsals are one thing. A LIVE performance that is enhanced by swarms of fans, adrenaline and who knows what else is ANOTHER. She can’t possibly feel good about what she saw, nor the backlash that accompanied it. Even if she was smiling afterwards, she has to be conflicted about the whole thing.

Yes, even her mother-in-law Gloria Loring had a few choice words to say about the whole erm, ‘display‘.

"Mom Knows Best"

“Mom Knows Best”

I didn’t get what her point was,” Loring said. “It was so over the top as to almost be a parody of itself. I think she’s misbegotten in this attempt of hers. And I think it was not beneficial.”

So here’s why I think Robin Thicke will eventually apologize in some way or try to distance himself from the episode just like Justin Timberlake did with Janet Jackson after the Superbowl scandal that was dubbed ‘Nipple Gate.’ If you remember, Timberlake waited a WHOLE week post Super Bowl to make a statement, and many people saw his ‘apology’ as throwing Janet Jackson ‘under the bus’ in her darkest hour.

Ms. Jackson is an ICON and I get why many thought Timberlake’s apology was an abandonment of sorts.

But Miley Cyrus? I say throw her straight INTO the BUS Robin Thicke.

Clear your name of this DISASTER!!!

Thankfully Thicke is under the Universal label imprint and Miley is under Sony.

What Does This Mean?

This is an essential distinction for him to be able to make a statement in the coming days, as they are NOT label mates, and therefore there is no political red tape for him to wade through should he want to speak his mind. Miley has her new album coming out soon, and a statement of any kind could drastically affect her record sales and HE KNOWS THIS. It would be prohibited if they were on the same label for him to speak, and I’m so glad this won’t play a factor in his decision to do so.

I personally think rather than come out with an official statement, that we will see some admissions of regret in future interviews as he continues to promote his album. It will be subtle, but it will be there.

As for Miley…I’m convinced she will be a foot note in the hall of whore famed history books, and that is not me slut shaming her; she has SHAMED herself.

She got into the business through the “Nepotism Express” via Disney’s Hannah Montana. Her singing is AVERAGE and she can’t act her way out of a paper bag as has been proven from the films she’s been in post Montana. I don’t have the patience to watch this little girl, and yes, she is a LITTLE GIRL prove to the world how she is not Hannah Montana (we get it Miley, we REALLY get it)

It’s exhausting and feels draped in entitlement.

She should serve as a CAUTIONARY tale for the Disney machine constructs that end up raising millions of impressionable young girls only to CHEW OFF the precious little hands that once fed them.

RIP Hannah Montana

RIP Hannah Montana



I have to go wash my brain now.

UPDATE: Robin Thicke makes a pseudo “soft apology” citing his [crotch] was an ‘innocent party’ at the VMA’s Here That’s code for “I’m throwing you under the bus Ms. Miley” now that your album officially dropped days ago and I can speak my mind and save my marriage!

The Pop Culture Rainman
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Maybe She’s Born With It…Like Hell She Is!

I look good for my age*. By all accounts, in terms of my outer dermis–I’m aging “well.”

On the topic of beauty I am of the mind that there are things we can do to stave off the sands of time, and there are those things that have been given to us on a silver platter — like good ‘ol genes.

When it comes to the skin lottery I cashed in big with my mother, whose own family members often called her a “good witch” as it would seem that she defied the laws of aging.

My mother never had any work done, never had a facial (let alone let anyone touch her skin!) slept in her makeup and used the most inexpensive cleansers. She barely had wrinkles on her face even as she was passing from cancer this past April just weeks shy of her 78th birthday.

She actually looked luminous — it baffled the palliative nurses.

I credit her for my oily t-zone which has been a blessing in disguise — keeping my skin looking naturally radiant and dewy. Thanks to her, the texture of my skin is naturally thick and practically immune to crow’s feet.

I can also admit that not having children yet or as Louis C.K. so gently puts it: “having people come out of your vagina and step on your dreams” has definitely impacted my fountain au youth. Those little munchkins g-d bless them are wrinkles in a jar, and while I yearn for one on the daily, I know my skin is the way it is, based on the dearth of kidlets in my midst.

Some of us born with unique physical gifts that do take us through life, to a point.

Maybe She's Born With It...Damn Skippy I Was!

Maybe She’s Born With It…Damn Skippy I Was!

For example in my case…those two flotation devices you’re staring at where normal people’s lips exist? Yes, those puppies of mine are in fact REAL despite incessant naysayers to the contrary who constantly ask me “who does your lips?” and are mystified when I simply say “The Lord!?” These are my natural, born-this-way lips that until my late teens were actually regarded as a curse, but have ultimately served me quite well. Once upon a time I also had a naturally thin physique whereby I got away without working out way beyond what seemed fair to most of my peers, and again this too was a blessing.

Sadly, as the sands of time sift through this ephemeral spinning wheel of life, screwing with everything from my metabolism to my hair — even my flotation devices (my lips) are starting to get smaller. Mick Jagger’s lips were once gorgeous puffed up pillows and are now sad, thin, drooping prunes. I imagine this is the trajectory my lips will eventually take, but like the Great Wall of China, mine can still be seen from outer space (for now).

Now my mother was the rare exception of ageless beauty, not the rule. I firmly (pun intended) believe that after a certain age, you’re either working at maintaining your looks or you are letting mother nature take over — and that bitch is like bull in a china shop.

Like my mother, I have been very adamant in avoiding the sun, but unlike her I’ve tried every potion, lotion, snake oil and service available on the market. I have had over 50 facials, a dozen Microdermabrasion treatments, a stab at some facial filler (marionette lines and cheeks) and of course, there’s my boyfriend “Bo” — oh…have you two not met? Bo’, short for Botox, came into my life five years ago and we have been seeing each other twice a year now on the regular. Bo has been a saviour for my trouble spot the ’11 wrinkle’ right in between my eyebrows. My ’11’ has no real defense mechanism and in my opinion is the biggest indicator of ‘le aging.’

Some women have a 1, an 11, or (the horror!) a 111.

Which 1 Are You?

Which 1 Are You?

The 11 wrinkle shows up early in life but becomes perma etched in ones facial topography by a woman’s early 30s. After years of professional furrows, my 11 wrinkle made me look hard, angry and quite frankly permanently pissed off. Bo’ has changed all that, and even gives a slight lift to the eye area. My go-to-skin-guru is dermatologist Dr Lisa Kellett M.D., F.R.C.P.(C), D.A.B.D. from DLK on Avenue in Toronto, whose own skin is like a milky diaphanous dream. Her approach is subtle and is oceans away from the permanently alarmed look that’s all the rage with certain celebrities.

Dr. Lisa Kellet

Dr. Lisa Kellett

I think the biggest ruse that women try to sell themselves, and each other, is that WE are aging naturally. While some of us are ‘maturing‘ better than others, my belief is that after a certain age most women are actively doing their personal best to slow down father time — they’re just not telling anyone about it.

I recently asked a woman slightly older than myself what her secret was after admiring her skin. She looked me straight in the eye and said “absolutely nothing” — while her freckled and wrinkled chest, compared to her face which resembled an ice skating rink told a much different story.

It was a bold faced lie and quite obviously Profractional Laser work for which I’d sell my left buttock for. Now I know essentially her skin care regimen is really none of my beeswax, but who did she think she was fooling? A wink and a smile would have gone a lot farther than a liar-liar-pants-on-fire denial.

Dr. Kellett who is fiercely private on behalf of her clientele, believes these attitudes could be changing. Either way, she operates on the “don’t ask don’t tell code of ethics.”

It is an interesting question,” says Kellett who believes that a daily skin care regimen and sunscreen are still the best defense against premature aging. “In fact, the trend now is that many people are quite open about non-surgical procedures and like to communicate what they are doing to their friends. Because these procedures are non-surgical, many women do feel comfortable talking about it since the result is a fresher, more rested version of themselves. There is less stigma in doing these treatments as opposed to invasive surgery where the effect is more dramatic.”

I’ve always been one of those gals who is transparent — to a fault, when it comes to beauty routines. While I may strive for perfection on the outside, I’m the first person to expose those pursuits, and make fun of myself in the process.

Case(s) in point:

*Compliment me on my hair and 10/10 times I’ll tell you its extensions, “my weave,” or I’ll just point to my mane and say “F-A-K-E.” For good measure, I’ll probably tell you that I have always had ‘nervous hair’ that have slowly been committing suicide since 1991. I call them jumpers.

*Tell me how my skin is looking great, and depending on how self-loathing I’m feeling, I may point to a menstrual boil on my chin and possibly get out a handy black light to show you pores the size of gum balls. I tell everyone about my ‘BO’ or my Microdermabrasions, anything about any one of my connective tissues, really.

I can’t help it; it’s how I’m built. I love to share beauty secrets with my friends, strangers, OK, the mailman — anyone who wants to know! I don’t want to hoard the information I have, but spread it around like croutons on a big, leafy friend salad.

As for my *age, my big fat lips are sealed. Like my mother, that is one disclosure that I like to keep private.

"I'll Never Tell..."

“I’ll Never Tell…”


Stay Gorgeous,
The PopCulture Rainman

PS. You can also have a look at this story on the Huffington Post Style.

Tony Robbins (*the adrenaline love bomb) Live in Toronto July 24th!

Tony Robbins Hypnotic Gaze

Tony Robbins Hypnotic Gaze

I’m bending-over-backwards-and-doing-the-splits *thrilled* to be attending the July 24th-Legacy Mastery-A Passion For Life conference in Toronto 1 week from today!

This is not my first rodeo seeing the adrenaline love bomb aka Mr. Tony Robbins either. I got my first glimpse of his supreme mental flossing two years ago when he appeared with Oprah et al in Toronto, and its one I will never forget.

The Tony Robbins Hokey Pokey ♫ …

Tony commanded the stage with his goliath frame, a golden tan and pearly white teeth that resembled small buildings. He was all presence and persuasion even before he uttered a word. That man had me jumping up and down repeating mantras and hugging my neighbours to the left and right of me; it was uhhh-mazing how he could turn a sea of people inside out with inspiration and a renewed passion for life. He was a breath mint on amphetamines and I was perma-smitten by his *everything*.

He managed to eclipse Oprah’s mammoth presence and even writing that feels illegal!!??

I vowed then & there to see him again whenever I could.

So he’s back headlining with five other ‘speakers’ whose expertise range from mastery, creativity & branding, work life balance, success and customer relations…bla bla bla de bla de lee bla.

Not to be rude, but let’s face it….EVERYONE is there to see TR!

He’s Vitamin C for your noggin’ yo’! (*I have an endless stream of metaphors for this man!)


Toronto the Beautiful, the Musical ♫


You’ve all seen that diagram of flight schedules that are in those in-flight magazines?

Hundreds of lines converging towards one city from all ports of the globe in glorious half arcs that never cease to remind me of my days feebly attempting to use a protractor and compass in math class.

Well, that visual of high traffic lines-a-converging…that’s what Toronto *felt* like two weeks ago.

Three major events were taking place simultaneously in the city, filling Toronto with palpable air of aural buzz, and mayjah foot traffic!

There was the eclectic Luminato festival, North by North East (NXNE) & the Much Music Video Awards (MMVA’s)—a veritable potpourri of musical offerings.

While Luminato boasts some fascinating programming, I mainly took in the NXNE shows scattered around the city, like croutons on a leafy, melodic ♫ salad.

NXNE has firmly placed Toronto on the map as a music aficionado’s destination, and is recognized as one of Canada’s most respected festivals for breaking in and discovering fresh new talent. It also boasts a comedy performance component, interactive panel discussions and a mini ‘music’ infused film festival—something for everyone, really. This is the place to discover the unfettered and the underground, well before they sell out to corporate filth and, well, show up in a car commercial or, say, on the Much Music awards—(more on that later).

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A Passage for EVERYONE…

I read this passage about a month ago, and beyond the goose bumps that appeared all over my arms, *every* part of this passage spoke to me–resonating deep within. Whoever you are, whatever stage you are at in your journey in this life…I believe this passage is a great road map to live life by. I truly hope you enjoy it as I have.

N.B. It is unclear who has written this so I am not attributing any author to it, and in some ways it seems fitting as it would fall in line with the true meaning of the text that this author would remain anonymous.

You will sometimes meet someone you believe is a soul mate; you feel the connection on many levels, perhaps instantly. And as you get to know each other more, you begin to feel the connection deepen and you feel that you must have an arrangement with this person that predated this lifetime.

Do not assume, however, that this soul connection necessarily means that you are meant to be happily together for this lifetime. It may be that you are meant to be friends and allies, helping each other out. It may be that you are going to help each other in ways that even involve conflict and separation, but with an end result that is beneficial to you. It may be that you are going to learn some lesson from each other and then go your separate ways.

What you need to do with all relationships, including those that have that instant and deep connection, is let be. You need to allow all of life, including close relationships, flow and evolve. You need to let people be who they are, not what you want them to be. And above all, you must not try to control, push and prod, manipulate and orchestrate relationships.

Have the courage and the heart, the centeredness, to follow your own path, to be who you are and love being who you are, no matter what. Shine out and show us who you are, so that people who are looking for someone exactly like you can find you. Do not allow setbacks or even major betrayals to dampen your shine and your being.

In life’s journey you will encounter much, narrow paths blocked by avalanches, forks in the road shrouded in fog, deep valleys of darkness and bright sunny days in meadows of golden poppies. It is all a part of life. And as you walk your path, other people will join you for a time: a dear friend, a lover, a spouse, children and parents. And then they may go away
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Say ‘Yes’ to EVERYTHING!

Although not exactly a new ‘tome’ (I read it two years ago) Tina Fey’s’ best seller ‘Bossy Pants’ reads like a nostalgic car wash in perseverance and ‘making it’. Besides the most inventive testimonial back cover I’ve ever read, the one takeaway from her famed book that I use DAILY is to ‘SAY YES TO EVERYTHING!’



This passage from her book came from her years honing her ‘funny’ in improv. One of the main tenants in improv is to ‘Say Yes to EVERYTHING’…ie; just ‘play it out, run with it..’ and it’s a philosophy that truly resonated with me. I TRY to say ‘Yes’ to everything…and I don’t mean actual ‘invitations to events’…but rather ideas, possibilities, and unchartered waters.


*except for narcotics…where you should continue to JUST SAY NO.


The PopCulture Rainman™

What Success REALLY Looks Like!

The Real Truth about Success that no-one tells you, ESPECIALLY in business, is that it takes 1,000 FAILURES beforehand. It’s much more of a twisty-twirly journey then a Straight Line. Enjoy the ride!

KEEP GOING! Never Give Up!