“When you need cocaine, you need cocaine.”
My guest today talks about her addiction to coke and her journey through recovery. It’s a great chat with a great and hilarious friend that’s come through a lot and is now out to help others in a big way. She also talks about her fear of tiny holes. Zoinks!
I also rant on about a junk food tax and how good it would be here in Canada. We pay extra taxes on booze and smokes, eh? Why not on similarly egregious things you put in your mouth like highly refined foods made in a factory by heartless multinationals that chose carcinogenic aldehydes over love as an ingredient?
How are you dealing with everything? Are you a newly minted activist? Are you a fatalist? Are you making the world a better place or hiding your head in the sand these days?
I have become obsessed with cooking and baking. This recent uptick in passions I’m sure can be tied to the state of the world (aka a dumpster fire. We’re living in a dumpster and it is actually on fire.) For every headline about the harrowing effects of climate change I pop another batch of brown butter toffee cookies in the oven. For every Trumpian tweet I make another pot of bucatini. Am I making the world better? Arguable. Will I stop? No. Do I like asking myself questions and then answering them? You betcha!
Today, my buddy Kevin comes on the show and explains the latest in Canadian politics including the shit-storm of grossness that is male politicians in Ontario. He is a concerned citizen. His opinions are his own.
My opinions are half-baked and ill-informed.
I learned a lot from Kev and so will you and guess what? It’s not boring.
I never want to bore you. I want to reach around you… and give you a…
J.B. in a very cold and sunny Toronto
My friend Ellie from Calgary calls in with a complaint about the red tape around moving a corpse from B.C. to Alberta. This is what The Complaint Department was built for! This is where you come with all your corpse-moving complaints.
Ellie’s brother Fraser died in Kelowna but because he’s Albertan they needed to move him home for a proper send-off. The province wouldn’t release the body without his social insurance number. Ellie didn’t know it ’cause her brother was a homeless man. He wasn’t packin’ his identification. The crazy thing is the province had his SIN but needed to hear it from Ellie in order to release her late brother’s body to her.
Way to go bureaucracy!
But before that I rant about the one resolution that Justy Trews should make for 2018. The one thing that he could do to cement his place on the right side of history in this country. Tune in to find out more!
Loving you, meaning it…
J.B. in a cold and sunny Toronto
Dorsey is back to explain the Missing Women Inquiry, Trump’s Wall, NAFTA & DACA. As usual he thinks the Liberals are doing an excellent job and as usual I disagree. I love talking to him because he explains stuff to my easily bored brain and also because we disagree. I really like disagreeing sometimes.
Okay, I love ya and eat a dick.
“The biggest things that we’re afraid of really can be the most beautiful if you look them right in the fucking eye and you don’t flinch…” Mike DeStefano
Today I talk to my neighbour, office-mate and commercial director Yael Staav. She’s a real treat. As smart as she is funny. We grapple with our privileged life and if we’re allowed to complain about it. I say yes. Complaining is relative. Lives are too. If you’re living with other humans that’s reason enough to complain a bit.
I also ramble on about my fears that the Right is mobilizing in this country and that we should be doing more about it.
I hope you like the listen.
Thank you, as always.
May this reach-around reach you wherever your butt-hole may be.
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I quit you for about a week and a half. I can’t quit you Ennis… ‘Member? Brokeback, so good. So good and gay. Miss Heath. Ol’ Heethers.
Today I talk to Jeff Low, aka J-Low. We went for lunch at a Cuban joint in the neighbourhood and then we recorded ourselves slinging some BS about #metoo, Bulgaria, liking Trump and how paying attention to Canadian politics is like pulling weeds in your garden while there’s a dogfight going on next door.
So here’s the first episode of the new year. I’ll just keep doing this one whenever I’m not doing the other one with Diana.
To wit: If you have a complaint I have a new way for you to get it to us here at the Complaint Department. You can still call 1-437-888-3261 toll-free or you can just record a voice memo on your iphone and email it to us at email@example.com. Boom! Technology.
Today I talk to Stephen Dorsey, a friend of mine that used to be in politics and that still pays attention to it and knows more than me. I ask him about Bill Morneau, what Mueller has on Flynn, is Trump nuts or does he know what he’s doing, the NDP and Andrew Scheer. This is the episode that condenses a lot of sometimes boring information into a delicious hour that will make you smarter whilst not putting you to sleep.
I’m incredible and you’re welcome!
What to do with friends that flake?
Ian from Toronto calls in this week to complain about flakey friends. We all have them. But I’ve stopped hanging around them. Fuck that. I just don’t have the time anymore to put up with the tardy or the scheduly dishonest. You know what I mean? They say they’ll do something but then at the last minute they’re late or they just don’t show. Forget it. Be honest with me. Just refuse to hang out with me if you really don’t want to. Ice me. Tell me to stop calling. I can take a hint!
Do you have something you want to complain about? Are you from afar? Are there complaints specific to your neck of the woods that we haven’t addressed? Let us help you. Call 1-437-888-3261 and give us a piece of your mind. It feels good. Just try it!
JB & Big Ol’ Dee Dee
Today we field a complaint from my brother, Andrew. Three complaints actually: sports talk radio, ill-fitting jeans and Ultimate frisbee. I think I know a lot about all three. I too have these same complaints and yet, I can’t profess to be completely without sin, either. I used to listen to sports talk radio daily. I played Ultimate for years. I may have even worn ill-fitting jeans (although that is rather unlikely as I am incredibly well-dressed).
Are mom jeans ill-fitting? Or are they too fitted? It feels good to have a high-waisted pant on. Your genitals and your ass are all safe and secure. And your stomach is held in. Which is worse, poo-catchers or mom jeans? Welcome to The Complaint Department.
J.B. & The Double Dee in a chilly Toronto
Stand on the right, walk on the left g-darnit. How hard is that? Today we field a call from Penelope in Toronto. She’s a subway rider and she’s sick and tired of people clogging up the escalators. So am I!
Are you sick and tired of something? Call 1 437 888 3261 and have your say.
JB & Dee Dee in the 416