Forty-four categories is far too much for something as fundamentally lame as the People’s Choice Awards, Lu and I have decided, but we’re married to this idea now, so we’re obligated to finish it. So here it is: the final installment of State of Affairs Versus The People’s Choice Awards. Today: MUSIC AND EVERYTHING ELSE THEY COULDN’T FIND A CATEGORY FOR.
Mid-summer in Toronto is a beautiful time of year. I’m not talking about the leftover garbage strewn about from the weeks-long city workers’ strike. I’m not talking about the creeping, blanket-like humidity that’s overcome my fair city for days now. At the risk of sounding crass, dear readers, I’m talking about the fact that Toronto is home to some of the most stunningly beautiful women on the planet.
Of course, I’ve probably just alienated any member of my readership who isn’t a straight male (sorry about that folks). But I’m coming to a point, so bear with me.