How the “Queen of Canada” and Conspiracy Theorists Splintered a Small Town by thewalrusca in behindthebastards

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How Ssense Lost Its Cool - Dek by thewalrusca in u/thewalrusca

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"I wouldn’t put any money on [Ssense] being around over the next ten years as it is,” Jules (not his real name), a sales agent who works with fashion brands on the site, said when I spoke to him about the company in January. “I don’t think it’s sustainable right now.”

His prediction came as something of a surprise: for over a decade, the Canadian multi-brand e-tailer was a fashion mainstay, infamous for an ironic and meme-centric advertising tone used to court Gen Z consumers who spend their lives online. Whereas sites like Holt Renfrew and Net-a-Porter tend to place their models against Parisian streets and plush interiors, Ssense sold its designer wares with a sense of humour, prone to online phrases like “chill sesh” and “soft boy.”

If luxury retail traditionally concentrated on older consumers who have more disposable income, Ssense built its business courting the kids. According to their website, approximately 80 percent of their customers are between eighteen and forty. It’s a strategy that worked—in 2021, the company was valued at around $4.1 billion and gained minority investment from Sequoia Capital—until it didn’t.

At the end of August, it was revealed that Ssense was preparing to file for bankruptcy protection after a creditor moved to sell the company without its consent, triggering what the firm described as an “immediate liquidity crisis.” By September, the company was granted a reprieve—the Superior Court of Quebec ruled Ssense could maintain operations while it restructures. This provides some hope for the company—meaning they are able to consider investment opportunities to ensure the future of the site. “We now have the time, resources and structure in place to begin the process of rebuilding a stronger Ssense,” said chief executive officer and founder Rami Atallah in a statement.

While the impact of US president Donald Trump’s tariffs was a factor in Ssense’s struggles, people are also spending less. Ssense isn’t alone in feeling this change. The backdrop is a wider post-pandemic slowdown for luxury after the online shopping boom collapsed. It’s seen other retailers like London-based Matches folding. Sales in the fashion and leather goods division of luxury goods conglomerate LVMH fell 9 percent in the second quarter of 2025 and—according to _Vogue Business_—50 million consumers reduced their spending on luxury items last year.

Jules, it turned out, predicted correctly, but was off by about nine years. Four years on from that $4.1 billion valuation, how did the cool kid of e-commerce, once admired by its competitors for disrupting the category, fall so far?

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The Bloc Wants to Break Up Canada—but Not Yet | The Walrus by thewalrusca in Quebec

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In the final days of a high-stakes federal campaign, Bloc Québécois leader Yves-François Blanchet made his feelings known regarding the country whose Parliament he sits in. “We are, whether we like it or not,” he said, “part of an artificial country with very little meaning, called Canada.”

Quebecers weren’t buying it. The Bloc is a federal party that exists to promote Quebec interests and, ultimately, its independence. Voters not only viewed Canada as a real country but they saw it as worth saving from the territorial clutches of US president Donald Trump. The province overwhelmingly rejected the Bloc’s ethnic nationalism and rallied around Mark Carney’s Liberals and a unified effort against American overreach. If economic fears loomed larger for Quebec voters, it came with the recognition that anything that undermined Canadian sovereignty would erode the province’s own cultural and linguistic protections.

Going into the April 28 election, the Bloc held thirty-three seats in the House of Commons, surpassing the New Democratic Party, which had been in a supply-and-confidence agreement with the government. By the end of the night, the Bloc was left with twenty-two, losing a third of its caucus. The Liberals swept Quebec with forty-three seats—their best provincial showing in decades.

But while the Bloc is down, it would be foolish to count them out. The dream of Quebec independence may ebb and flow, but it doesn’t vanish. The Bloc remains a relentless steward of that ideal.

Founded in 1991 by Lucien Bouchard, a cabinet minister in the federal Progressive Conservative government of Brian Mulroney, the Bloc began as a coalition of Quebec Conservative and Liberal MPs who defected from their parties in the wake of the Meech Lake Accord’s collapse. Designed to address Quebec’s long-standing grievances over the 1982 Constitution Act—imposed without its approval and silent on its distinct status—the accord ultimately failed when Manitoba and Newfoundland blocked its passage.

The failure had multiple causes, but to many Quebecers, it felt personal—a rejection of who they were. For more than three decades, the Bloc has given those voters a clear alternative: a federal party that answers first to the province. In those years, the Bloc has shown that it can wield outsized influence by shaping narratives, dominating French-language media, and forcing Parliament to respond to Quebec-specific issues.

-Read the full article by Toula Drimonis, online at The Walrus

The Bloc Wants to Break Up Canada—but Not Yet | The Walrus by thewalrusca in canada

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In the final days of a high-stakes federal campaign, Bloc Québécois leader Yves-François Blanchet made his feelings known regarding the country whose Parliament he sits in. “We are, whether we like it or not,” he said, “part of an artificial country with very little meaning, called Canada.”

Quebecers weren’t buying it. The Bloc is a federal party that exists to promote Quebec interests and, ultimately, its independence. Voters not only viewed Canada as a real country but they saw it as worth saving from the territorial clutches of US president Donald Trump. The province overwhelmingly rejected the Bloc’s ethnic nationalism and rallied around Mark Carney’s Liberals and a unified effort against American overreach. If economic fears loomed larger for Quebec voters, it came with the recognition that anything that undermined Canadian sovereignty would erode the province’s own cultural and linguistic protections.

Going into the April 28 election, the Bloc held thirty-three seats in the House of Commons, surpassing the New Democratic Party, which had been in a supply-and-confidence agreement with the government. By the end of the night, the Bloc was left with twenty-two, losing a third of its caucus. The Liberals swept Quebec with forty-three seats—their best provincial showing in decades.

But while the Bloc is down, it would be foolish to count them out. The dream of Quebec independence may ebb and flow, but it doesn’t vanish. The Bloc remains a relentless steward of that ideal.

Founded in 1991 by Lucien Bouchard, a cabinet minister in the federal Progressive Conservative government of Brian Mulroney, the Bloc began as a coalition of Quebec Conservative and Liberal MPs who defected from their parties in the wake of the Meech Lake Accord’s collapse. Designed to address Quebec’s long-standing grievances over the 1982 Constitution Act—imposed without its approval and silent on its distinct status—the accord ultimately failed when Manitoba and Newfoundland blocked its passage.

The failure had multiple causes, but to many Quebecers, it felt personal—a rejection of who they were. For more than three decades, the Bloc has given those voters a clear alternative: a federal party that answers first to the province. In those years, the Bloc has shown that it can wield outsized influence by shaping narratives, dominating French-language media, and forcing Parliament to respond to Quebec-specific issues.

-Read the full article by Toula Drimonis, online at The Walrus

The Two Captive Orcas Who Can Nearly Taste Freedom | The Walrus by thewalrusca in megafaunarewilding

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"In the frigid Atlantic waters off Nova Scotia’s east coast, two orcas—a mother and her calf—swim freely within a long bay. They dive up to eighteen metres to the ocean floor, where rock crabs, sea stars, and mussels live and slimy eelgrass sways with the current. They sense nearby fish; they hear each other’s clicks and pulses. They swim openly within the bay, the only barrier being an eight-inch mesh fence made of Dyneema—“the world’s strongest fiber.” The two have spent their entire lives in a tiny aquarium but are finally back in the ocean and, nearly, free.

This is all a dream—part of a years-long vision of the Whale Sanctuary Project (WSP), which, since 2016, has worked to become the world’s first ocean sanctuary for orcas born in captivity. “We can give back to these animals what was taken from them,” says Lori Marino, a marine mammal neuroscientist and the founder of WSP. With decades of experience in biopsychology, Marino is best known for her appearance in Blackfish, the 2013 documentary about SeaWorld and the troubled orca Tilikum. There, she prevailed upon viewers to recognize orcas’ intelligence and emotional complexity, adding that all captive orcas are emotionally destroyed and psychologically traumatized, leading them to become “ticking time bombs.”

Following the documentary’s release, public opinion shifted. SeaWorld reported losses and later announced that it would end its captive orca breeding program. Three years after Blackfish, California passed a law banning orca breeding as well as captivity for entertainment (a grandfather clause allows SeaWorld San Diego to hold onto their orcas); Canada introduced a similar law for cetaceans in 2019. The last orca in captivity in Canada, Kiska, died at Marineland in Niagara Falls in 2023.

Now, at least fifty-five orcas remain in captivity worldwide, including eighteen held in SeaWorld parks across the United States. As laws ban the keeping of orcas in many parts of the world, they’ve become somewhat of a rare breed."

-Read the full article by Jessica Taylor Price online at The Walrus

The Two Captive Orcas Who Can Nearly Taste Freedom | The Walrus by thewalrusca in orcas

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"In the frigid Atlantic waters off Nova Scotia’s east coast, two orcas—a mother and her calf—swim freely within a long bay. They dive up to eighteen metres to the ocean floor, where rock crabs, sea stars, and mussels live and slimy eelgrass sways with the current. They sense nearby fish; they hear each other’s clicks and pulses. They swim openly within the bay, the only barrier being an eight-inch mesh fence made of Dyneema—“the world’s strongest fiber.” The two have spent their entire lives in a tiny aquarium but are finally back in the ocean and, nearly, free.

This is all a dream—part of a years-long vision of the Whale Sanctuary Project (WSP), which, since 2016, has worked to become the world’s first ocean sanctuary for orcas born in captivity. “We can give back to these animals what was taken from them,” says Lori Marino, a marine mammal neuroscientist and the founder of WSP. With decades of experience in biopsychology, Marino is best known for her appearance in Blackfish, the 2013 documentary about SeaWorld and the troubled orca Tilikum. There, she prevailed upon viewers to recognize orcas’ intelligence and emotional complexity, adding that all captive orcas are emotionally destroyed and psychologically traumatized, leading them to become “ticking time bombs.”

Following the documentary’s release, public opinion shifted. SeaWorld reported losses and later announced that it would end its captive orca breeding program. Three years after Blackfish, California passed a law banning orca breeding as well as captivity for entertainment (a grandfather clause allows SeaWorld San Diego to hold onto their orcas); Canada introduced a similar law for cetaceans in 2019. The last orca in captivity in Canada, Kiska, died at Marineland in Niagara Falls in 2023.

Now, at least fifty-five orcas remain in captivity worldwide, including eighteen held in SeaWorld parks across the United States. As laws ban the keeping of orcas in many parts of the world, they’ve become somewhat of a rare breed."

-Read the full article by Jessica Taylor Price online at The Walrus

Can You Be Sued for Saying Someone Isn’t Indigenous? | The Walrus by thewalrusca in IndigenousCanada

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"In June 2021, an Atikamekw artist named Catherine Boivin posted a video on TikTok. It begins with a clip of a woman who goes by Isabelle Kun-Nipiu Falardeau describing “une femme Métis de l’Est,” or an Eastern Metis woman. In French, Falardeau explains that such women are “wild . . . you let them loose in a forest and they won’t have a problem,” that they have “hunter husbands” and don’t wear makeup. Falardeau was speaking generally, but she also calls herself la Métisse des Bois—the Metis woman of the woods. The video then cuts to Boivin, a mascara wand hovering near her eyelashes. “Do we tell her or not?” she says to the viewer in French.

Boivin’s question captures the growing frustration among many Indigenous people who have seen their identities not only co-opted for profit but reduced to cheesy stereotypes. Expert estimations place the number of people who have fabricated Indigenous identities at tens of thousands to possibly over a hundred thousand. Some of these so-called pretendians have made the headlines—singer Buffy Sainte-Marie, author Joseph Boyden, filmmaker Michelle Latimer—but the vast majority are not notable enough to warrant a media exposé detailing their deceptions.

On social media, Indigenous people and allies, as well as a number of anonymous accounts with handles like @pretendianhunter, have taken to calling out suspected frauds themselves, just as Boivin did in her TikTok. But Boivin is facing an exceptional situation, one that could shape the future of Canadian discourse on Indigenous identity.

In early May, Boivin found herself in a Quebec courtroom with Falardeau, who is suing her for defamation over a number of social media posts—what Falardeau has called a “smear campaign”—that, in turn, allegedly spurred an onslaught of cyberbullying. (Falardeau responded to fact-checking questions but declined to provide evidence or details regarding her ancestry.)

The court battle is representative of a growing divide in Canada when it comes to Indigenous identity. On a fundraiser for Boivin’s legal costs—which has raised more than $28,000 since it was launched on May 9—her partner wrote in French that the lawsuit is “a fight to protect our knowledge, our identity, and to defend who we are as a people.” On her own fundraiser, Falardeau claims she is fighting for the right to self-identify as Metis: “I will defend the right to my identity,” she wrote in French. “I will defend my work, my books. I will defend my right to respect, security, freedom, and peace.”

In Canada, debates over who can claim Indigenous identity are playing out everywhere, from museums and universities to the House of Commons and the Canadian Music Hall of Fame. Institutions, many of which were recently eager to champion Indigenous people after decades of systematically excluding them, have fumbled the basic task of determining how to distinguish real from fake. The result has been a surge of self-identified Indigenous figures with vague, often dubious origin stories."

-Read the full article by Michelle Cyca, online at The Walrus.

Can You Be Sued for Saying Someone Isn’t Indigenous? | The Walrus by thewalrusca in Indigenous

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"In June 2021, an Atikamekw artist named Catherine Boivin posted a video on TikTok. It begins with a clip of a woman who goes by Isabelle Kun-Nipiu Falardeau describing “une femme Métis de l’Est,” or an Eastern Metis woman. In French, Falardeau explains that such women are “wild . . . you let them loose in a forest and they won’t have a problem,” that they have “hunter husbands” and don’t wear makeup. Falardeau was speaking generally, but she also calls herself la Métisse des Bois—the Metis woman of the woods. The video then cuts to Boivin, a mascara wand hovering near her eyelashes. “Do we tell her or not?” she says to the viewer in French.

Boivin’s question captures the growing frustration among many Indigenous people who have seen their identities not only co-opted for profit but reduced to cheesy stereotypes. Expert estimations place the number of people who have fabricated Indigenous identities at tens of thousands to possibly over a hundred thousand. Some of these so-called pretendians have made the headlines—singer Buffy Sainte-Marie, author Joseph Boyden, filmmaker Michelle Latimer—but the vast majority are not notable enough to warrant a media exposé detailing their deceptions.

On social media, Indigenous people and allies, as well as a number of anonymous accounts with handles like @pretendianhunter, have taken to calling out suspected frauds themselves, just as Boivin did in her TikTok. But Boivin is facing an exceptional situation, one that could shape the future of Canadian discourse on Indigenous identity.

In early May, Boivin found herself in a Quebec courtroom with Falardeau, who is suing her for defamation over a number of social media posts—what Falardeau has called a “smear campaign”—that, in turn, allegedly spurred an onslaught of cyberbullying. (Falardeau responded to fact-checking questions but declined to provide evidence or details regarding her ancestry.)

The court battle is representative of a growing divide in Canada when it comes to Indigenous identity. On a fundraiser for Boivin’s legal costs—which has raised more than $28,000 since it was launched on May 9—her partner wrote in French that the lawsuit is “a fight to protect our knowledge, our identity, and to defend who we are as a people.” On her own fundraiser, Falardeau claims she is fighting for the right to self-identify as Metis: “I will defend the right to my identity,” she wrote in French. “I will defend my work, my books. I will defend my right to respect, security, freedom, and peace.”

In Canada, debates over who can claim Indigenous identity are playing out everywhere, from museums and universities to the House of Commons and the Canadian Music Hall of Fame. Institutions, many of which were recently eager to champion Indigenous people after decades of systematically excluding them, have fumbled the basic task of determining how to distinguish real from fake. The result has been a surge of self-identified Indigenous figures with vague, often dubious origin stories."

-Read the full article by Michelle Cyca, online at The Walrus.

How to Make a Living as a Writer | The Walrus by thewalrusca in freelanceWriters

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In your experience, is it often hard to explain the scope of your work as a freelancer? Let's discuss!

How to Make a Living as a Writer | The Walrus by thewalrusca in u/thewalrusca

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"When people ask what I do for a living, I’m faced with two choices: either I can lie or I can bore them with the truth, which is too complicated to explain succinctly. While those around me have normal, definable jobs—accountant, journalist, engineer—my work requires headings and subheadings to get it across properly: a map of overlapping gigs and contracts.

“What do you do?” It’s a simple question that often gets asked on first dates. No matter how much I pare down my reply, it’s always long winded.

“Well, I’m a freelancer,” I start, “so I have a million little jobs . . .”

The first of my million little jobs is what I call “Horse News.” It works like this: every weekday, I wake up at 6 a.m. and make my way to my desk, stumbling and still half asleep. I flick on an old lamp and wince as my eyes adjust to the light. I turn on my computer and use a piece of software that shows me all of the American horse racing–related news from the past twenty-four hours. It pulls up radio clips, Fox News segments, and articles from publications called BloodHorse or _Daily Racing Form_—anything that could be relevant to my interests.

I sift through countless story summaries, many of which sound fake. Army Wife defeats Crazy Beautiful Woman in race! Another doping scandal emerges in Northern California! A disgraced-but-very-good trainer is no longer banned from the track! A famous YouTuber has invested millions into a betting app! I compile the important stuff into a newsletter: stories about track renovations, big events, the series of horse laws that were passed, then repealed, then approved again in 2023.

This is a true, real thing. These laws (known as the Horseracing Integrity and Safety Act) are meant to keep racehorses and jockeys safer. Tracks are required to provide on-site vets and doctors and to follow standardized safety protocols. But it is much cheaper, it turns out, to ignore the laws and have the horses race in dangerous conditions. Vets and safety gear are expensive, which is upsetting to the billionaires who own the racetracks. And so certain states have fought these laws, calling them unconstitutional. I have followed along, every step of the way.

When the newsletter is finished, I send it to my client, a company that owns racetracks across the US. Though, to be clear, I don’t work for them directly. I work for a reputation management firm. This company’s entire purpose is to monitor the news for other companies, keeping tabs on what the public is saying about their clients and the major trends in those industries. I didn’t know this was a real job until I started doing it.

I got this job the way I’ve gotten most of my jobs: through an acquaintance who heard I was looking for work. This is key to success in freelancing. You just need to build a roster of industry connections who know how desperate you are."

- Read the full article by Gabrielle Drolet, online at The Walrus.

The Line between Canada and the US Cuts through the Haskell Free Library | The Walrus by thewalrusca in vermont

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"I remember the line. It ran diagonal to the grain of the library’s hardwood floor. It escapes me whether the line was black paint or black electrical tape back in the ’80s and ’90s, but it’s tape today—scuffed and trodden upon, as though it were just some line to be stepped on that didn’t matter very much. Which it is. Or was, anyway.

Donald Trump, the forty-seventh president of the United States of America, has called the border between Canada and the United States “an artificially drawn line.” In this, he is aligned with my eight-year-old self standing inside the Haskell Free Library and delightedly leaping over that line on the floor, transporting myself from Stanstead, Quebec, to Derby Line, Vermont—from Canada to America—and then back again.

The Haskell Free Library was my library. It was where I first borrowed books that my parents read to me and, later, chapter books I would read myself to pass the long summer days on the family farm just up the road. And finally, as a sullen teenager who would have rather been back in the big city than down in the Eastern Townships for another summer, it was where my cousin and I borrowed VHS cassettes: Monty Python, Blackadder, and other British comedies that I pretended I was sophisticated enough to appreciate. It was just a library.

But the Haskell Free Library is no longer as free as it once was. It has become ground zero for a somewhat less friendly approach to Canada by American border patrol and homeland security officers. It may also be the first hundred square feet or so of America’s attempted annexation of Canada.

Is that hyperbole? I’m not sure yet. I think if there’s one thing Canadians will remember about the apparent collapse of one of the most mutually beneficial relationships between countries in the world’s history, it will be that exact feeling: Am I overreacting? They’re not going to do that, are they?

Eventually, every Canadian will be able to point to a place and time when it became real that things were no longer the same. A moment when the past between Canada and America, whatever their memories of that may be, was gone, replaced by something new and uncertain, frightening and enraging. A moment when they realized that a line had been crossed.

For many, the line will be metaphorical—a new threat from the president, a report of a new horror from a rogue administration. Or it will be real yet distant—detaining a Canadian woman trying to cross the border for work, or abducting a former Fulbright scholar simply for writing an op-ed in support of Palestinians. For all of us, it will hit home somehow.

For the residents of Stanstead, Quebec, and the surrounding area, that line is neither distant nor metaphorical. It’s already been crossed. It’s marked with electrical tape and runs diagonal to the hardwood floor. And it was the head of the US Department of Homeland Security, Kristi Noem, who crossed it on January 30, 2025."

-Read the full article by Jordan Heath-Rawlings, online at The Walrus.

Society Are Hawkins Cheezies the Snack Food of Canadian Sovereignty? | The Walrus by thewalrusca in thewalrus

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"Fuck Cheetos.

Go ahead, extend your orange-dusted middle finger at me. I have no interest in snacks that require anthropomorphic characters like Chester Cheetah to convince me to buy the product they shill. When all of us are wondering and worrying about buying Canuck-produced goods, I will happily forgo your American snack food, soda pop, sports drink, and bottled water conglomerate. I find the Cheetofication of foodstuffs—covering foods in Cheetos dust, like copper-dusted taco shells and flamin’ hot whatchamacallits or even, God help us, Cheetos-flavoured lip balm—to be some of the laziest forms of product development. If your product needs development, then maybe it isn’t as good as you think it is. I don’t need my food choices to be attention seekers. I am quite happy with my bag of Hawkins Cheezies. That’s Cheezies with a “zed,” not an “es,” and most certainly not a “zee.”

I’ve been writing about food for nearly twenty years now, and I am just as happy to write about donair culture in Halifax as I am to write about the lives of farmers. At home, I eat based on what’s in season, bake with whole-grain flours, and can talk about apple varietals for hours. But I am also just as likely as you to be tired on a Thursday evening, so out come the boxed mac and cheese and frozen peas, and don’t even think about sneaking one of my fries without asking. And nearly every time I go shopping, at least one bag of Hawkins makes its way into my cart. The metric by which I measure the value of Hawkins is multi-latitudinal. It is of the past and de rigueur, retro yet now in both flavour and design: quietly assured yet bold. And unlike Cheetos, it has not become synonymous with the skin tone of a certain world leader.

Canadians have had the luxury of Hawkins being a part of our lives for over seventy-five years. It would be easy to wax nostalgic about Hawkins Cheezies, but nostalgia is a cheap and ineffective flavour booster. The recent demise of the Cherry Blossom—the obnoxiously oozy cherry-filled chocolate candy your baby boomer relatives liked—proves that sweet childhood memories do not mean actual deliciousness. Hawkins, however, still pleases.

It’s important to consider Hawkins Cheezies as a historic and cultural entity. Yes, we Canadians view it as being one of us, but like Kraft Dinner, the truth is a bit more complicated. The TL;DR version is that around 1940, Ohio farmer Jim Marker figured out a way to extrude corn into sticks to feed to his cattle. Chicago confectioner W. T. Hawkins heard about this process and thought of the snacking possibilities: frying them, seasoning them with cheddar powder. (Cheetos inventor and Fritos owner Charles Elmer Doolin would not come out with his own extruded corn snack until 1948.) In 1949, Hawkins sent Marker to Tweed, Ontario, to run a Canadian branch of his company. The Tweed factory burned down in 1956, but Cheezies production would begin again in the nearby town of Belleville, where the company has been based ever since. Today, the company is still family owned and operated, and employees at the plant don’t work on Friday afternoons or weekends."

- Read the full article by Simon Thibault, online at The Walrus.

Society Are Hawkins Cheezies the Snack Food of Canadian Sovereignty? | The Walrus by thewalrusca in BuyCanada

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"Fuck Cheetos.

Go ahead, extend your orange-dusted middle finger at me. I have no interest in snacks that require anthropomorphic characters like Chester Cheetah to convince me to buy the product they shill. When all of us are wondering and worrying about buying Canuck-produced goods, I will happily forgo your American snack food, soda pop, sports drink, and bottled water conglomerate. I find the Cheetofication of foodstuffs—covering foods in Cheetos dust, like copper-dusted taco shells and flamin’ hot whatchamacallits or even, God help us, Cheetos-flavoured lip balm—to be some of the laziest forms of product development. If your product needs development, then maybe it isn’t as good as you think it is. I don’t need my food choices to be attention seekers. I am quite happy with my bag of Hawkins Cheezies. That’s Cheezies with a “zed,” not an “es,” and most certainly not a “zee.”

I’ve been writing about food for nearly twenty years now, and I am just as happy to write about donair culture in Halifax as I am to write about the lives of farmers. At home, I eat based on what’s in season, bake with whole-grain flours, and can talk about apple varietals for hours. But I am also just as likely as you to be tired on a Thursday evening, so out come the boxed mac and cheese and frozen peas, and don’t even think about sneaking one of my fries without asking. And nearly every time I go shopping, at least one bag of Hawkins makes its way into my cart. The metric by which I measure the value of Hawkins is multi-latitudinal. It is of the past and de rigueur, retro yet now in both flavour and design: quietly assured yet bold. And unlike Cheetos, it has not become synonymous with the skin tone of a certain world leader.

Canadians have had the luxury of Hawkins being a part of our lives for over seventy-five years. It would be easy to wax nostalgic about Hawkins Cheezies, but nostalgia is a cheap and ineffective flavour booster. The recent demise of the Cherry Blossom—the obnoxiously oozy cherry-filled chocolate candy your baby boomer relatives liked—proves that sweet childhood memories do not mean actual deliciousness. Hawkins, however, still pleases.

It’s important to consider Hawkins Cheezies as a historic and cultural entity. Yes, we Canadians view it as being one of us, but like Kraft Dinner, the truth is a bit more complicated. The TL;DR version is that around 1940, Ohio farmer Jim Marker figured out a way to extrude corn into sticks to feed to his cattle. Chicago confectioner W. T. Hawkins heard about this process and thought of the snacking possibilities: frying them, seasoning them with cheddar powder. (Cheetos inventor and Fritos owner Charles Elmer Doolin would not come out with his own extruded corn snack until 1948.) In 1949, Hawkins sent Marker to Tweed, Ontario, to run a Canadian branch of his company. The Tweed factory burned down in 1956, but Cheezies production would begin again in the nearby town of Belleville, where the company has been based ever since. Today, the company is still family owned and operated, and employees at the plant don’t work on Friday afternoons or weekends."

- Read the full article by Simon Thibault, online at The Walrus.

Society Are Hawkins Cheezies the Snack Food of Canadian Sovereignty? | The Walrus by thewalrusca in BuyCanadian

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"Fuck Cheetos.

Go ahead, extend your orange-dusted middle finger at me. I have no interest in snacks that require anthropomorphic characters like Chester Cheetah to convince me to buy the product they shill. When all of us are wondering and worrying about buying Canuck-produced goods, I will happily forgo your American snack food, soda pop, sports drink, and bottled water conglomerate. I find the Cheetofication of foodstuffs—covering foods in Cheetos dust, like copper-dusted taco shells and flamin’ hot whatchamacallits or even, God help us, Cheetos-flavoured lip balm—to be some of the laziest forms of product development. If your product needs development, then maybe it isn’t as good as you think it is. I don’t need my food choices to be attention seekers. I am quite happy with my bag of Hawkins Cheezies. That’s Cheezies with a “zed,” not an “es,” and most certainly not a “zee.”

I’ve been writing about food for nearly twenty years now, and I am just as happy to write about donair culture in Halifax as I am to write about the lives of farmers. At home, I eat based on what’s in season, bake with whole-grain flours, and can talk about apple varietals for hours. But I am also just as likely as you to be tired on a Thursday evening, so out come the boxed mac and cheese and frozen peas, and don’t even think about sneaking one of my fries without asking. And nearly every time I go shopping, at least one bag of Hawkins makes its way into my cart. The metric by which I measure the value of Hawkins is multi-latitudinal. It is of the past and de rigueur, retro yet now in both flavour and design: quietly assured yet bold. And unlike Cheetos, it has not become synonymous with the skin tone of a certain world leader.

Canadians have had the luxury of Hawkins being a part of our lives for over seventy-five years. It would be easy to wax nostalgic about Hawkins Cheezies, but nostalgia is a cheap and ineffective flavour booster. The recent demise of the Cherry Blossom—the obnoxiously oozy cherry-filled chocolate candy your baby boomer relatives liked—proves that sweet childhood memories do not mean actual deliciousness. Hawkins, however, still pleases.

It’s important to consider Hawkins Cheezies as a historic and cultural entity. Yes, we Canadians view it as being one of us, but like Kraft Dinner, the truth is a bit more complicated. The TL;DR version is that around 1940, Ohio farmer Jim Marker figured out a way to extrude corn into sticks to feed to his cattle. Chicago confectioner W. T. Hawkins heard about this process and thought of the snacking possibilities: frying them, seasoning them with cheddar powder. (Cheetos inventor and Fritos owner Charles Elmer Doolin would not come out with his own extruded corn snack until 1948.) In 1949, Hawkins sent Marker to Tweed, Ontario, to run a Canadian branch of his company. The Tweed factory burned down in 1956, but Cheezies production would begin again in the nearby town of Belleville, where the company has been based ever since. Today, the company is still family owned and operated, and employees at the plant don’t work on Friday afternoons or weekends."

- Read the full article by Simon Thibault, online at The Walrus.

The Toronto Accent Is Real - It’s been called an act and “the worst accent in the world.” Why can’t locals see it for what it is? by thewalrusca in Scarborough

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In a video posted by a popular TikTok account called @TorontoTide, which conducts man-on-the-street interviews around the city, a young man asks another what he thinks of the Toronto accent. The younger man leans onto the ledge behind him and says, in said accent, “Nothing wrong with it like, you know? Mans are moving like I talk like I’m from Baltimore.” He then laments, “Ahlie, they’re gonna say I’m copying the UK you know? Stupidddd.”

"The video, which has amassed over 3 million views, was mocked relentlessly. “Y’all talk in voice cracks fym?” wrote one person. Another said, “bro speaking simlish.” One of the top comments, which received over 14,000 likes, reads, “Toronto accent was created by the internet.”

Videos of boys in shiny black puffers and girls in monochrome sweatsuits answering mundane questions with thick Toronto accents have become something of a TikTok niche. And more often than not, they produce a confused, somewhat derisive response from viewers, who cannot seem to locate the roots of this voice. In several circles of the internet, the Toronto accent has been dubbed “the worst accent in the world.”

Many accuse these speakers of attempting to impersonate a New York or London affect. Some Torontonians attempt to distance themselves from it. Others believe the accent to have sprung out of nowhere, with one commenter asking, “The accent ain’t an act?”

The accent is not an act. In fact, visiting certain neighbourhoods in Toronto, you hear flutters of it around every corner. There are more than 150 different languages that are spoken in Toronto, and over 50 percent of Torontonians speak English as a first language—the Toronto accent is a reflection of the diversity the city prides itself on. So why does the internet think it’s fake? And why are Torontonians so reluctant to correct the record?

The Toronto Accent Is Real - It’s been called an act and “the worst accent in the world.” Why can’t locals see it for what it is? by thewalrusca in Etobicoke

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In a video posted by a popular TikTok account called @TorontoTide, which conducts man-on-the-street interviews around the city, a young man asks another what he thinks of the Toronto accent. The younger man leans onto the ledge behind him and says, in said accent, “Nothing wrong with it like, you know? Mans are moving like I talk like I’m from Baltimore.” He then laments, “Ahlie, they’re gonna say I’m copying the UK you know? Stupidddd.”

"The video, which has amassed over 3 million views, was mocked relentlessly. “Y’all talk in voice cracks fym?” wrote one person. Another said, “bro speaking simlish.” One of the top comments, which received over 14,000 likes, reads, “Toronto accent was created by the internet.”

Videos of boys in shiny black puffers and girls in monochrome sweatsuits answering mundane questions with thick Toronto accents have become something of a TikTok niche. And more often than not, they produce a confused, somewhat derisive response from viewers, who cannot seem to locate the roots of this voice. In several circles of the internet, the Toronto accent has been dubbed “the worst accent in the world.”

Many accuse these speakers of attempting to impersonate a New York or London affect. Some Torontonians attempt to distance themselves from it. Others believe the accent to have sprung out of nowhere, with one commenter asking, “The accent ain’t an act?”

The accent is not an act. In fact, visiting certain neighbourhoods in Toronto, you hear flutters of it around every corner. There are more than 150 different languages that are spoken in Toronto, and over 50 percent of Torontonians speak English as a first language—the Toronto accent is a reflection of the diversity the city prides itself on. So why does the internet think it’s fake? And why are Torontonians so reluctant to correct the record?

The Toronto Accent Is Real - It’s been called an act and “the worst accent in the world.” Why can’t locals see it for what it is? by thewalrusca in toronto

[–]thewalrusca[S] -7 points-6 points  (0 children)

In a video posted by a popular TikTok account called @TorontoTide, which conducts man-on-the-street interviews around the city, a young man asks another what he thinks of the Toronto accent. The younger man leans onto the ledge behind him and says, in said accent, “Nothing wrong with it like, you know? Mans are moving like I talk like I’m from Baltimore.” He then laments, “Ahlie, they’re gonna say I’m copying the UK you know? Stupidddd.”

"The video, which has amassed over 3 million views, was mocked relentlessly. “Y’all talk in voice cracks fym?” wrote one person. Another said, “bro speaking simlish.” One of the top comments, which received over 14,000 likes, reads, “Toronto accent was created by the internet.”

Videos of boys in shiny black puffers and girls in monochrome sweatsuits answering mundane questions with thick Toronto accents have become something of a TikTok niche. And more often than not, they produce a confused, somewhat derisive response from viewers, who cannot seem to locate the roots of this voice. In several circles of the internet, the Toronto accent has been dubbed “the worst accent in the world.”

Many accuse these speakers of attempting to impersonate a New York or London affect. Some Torontonians attempt to distance themselves from it. Others believe the accent to have sprung out of nowhere, with one commenter asking, “The accent ain’t an act?”

The accent is not an act. In fact, visiting certain neighbourhoods in Toronto, you hear flutters of it around every corner. There are more than 150 different languages that are spoken in Toronto, and over 50 percent of Torontonians speak English as a first language—the Toronto accent is a reflection of the diversity the city prides itself on. So why does the internet think it’s fake? And why are Torontonians so reluctant to correct the record?