Is fashion advertising hitting the mark?

The anticipation of diving into my Sunday edition of The New York Times is what motivates me to get out of bed on Sunday mornings. It's the size of a fire log and nearly as heavy, landing on my doorstep in the dark early hours wrapped in a thin plastic bag. I can't wait to pour a big mug of hot tea, toast my only-on-the-weekends white artisan bread topped with home-made strawberry jam or unpasteurized honey and sit down at the kitchen table for my weekly love-in. Laying out the…

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What on earth was The Hudson’s Bay Company thinking?

All I want for Christmas is not Mariah Carey. The marketing people at The Hudson's Bay Company should have their Canadian citizenship revoked. My sense of national pride has been replaced by outrage over their recent selection of American "superstar" Mariah Carey to unveil the new Christmas (yes, I said Christmas, not holiday) windows in their downtown stores at Queen and Yonge Streets in Toronto. Founded more than three hundred years ago as a fur trading institution, The Hudson's Bay Company (the Canadian equivalent of Macy's) is one Canada's oldest…

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What’s the deal with selfies?

The rest of the world must have a whole lot more self-confidence than I do or perhaps they're just incredibly vain because I totally don't get everyone's preoccupation with taking pictures of themselves, a.k.a. selfies. I've tried it a couple of times and after seeing the results I needed trauma counselling. It's one thing to look at yourself in the privacy of your own bathroom mirror but something else to see yourself how others do. Unfortunately, this aversion to selfies excludes me from a number of potential career and lifestyle…

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The devil made me do it . . . and I’m not sorry

I just bought my first-ever Barbie doll. She's not for a grandchild, a niece or anyone else—she's all mine and her name is Hudson's Bay Barbie. For my non-Canadian readers, The Hudson's Bay Company is Canada's oldest department store, founded in 1670 as a trading post. The iconic striped blankets were like cash registers—with the black lines used for measuring the piled height of animal pelts (sorry fellow animal lovers) for trading merchandise by early trappers and settlers. Today, we're more sophisticated; we just pile cash and credit cards on…

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The SEPTEMBER . . . and other irrelevant issues

Most magazines are no longer relevant to me, despite the fact I subscribe to eighteen each month. As a female Baby Boomer, I find it hard to source much in the wide, wide world of media that really rocks my world any more. In fact, with death of MORE magazine last spring and the cancellation of my favourite radio shows (What She Said on SiriusXM and The Judith Regan Show also on Sirius XM—damn you to hell, Sirius), combined with the absence of quality movies that appeal to our demographic,…

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Start the car sweetie dahlings, start the car!

Eddy and Patsy are in town—or more accurately, now in a movie theatre near you, if you're lucky. The long-awaited Absolutely Fabulous: The Movie has finally been released and I can't wait to see it. As a long-time fan of British humour and in particular the BBC series starring Jennifer Saunders and Joanne Lumley on which the movie is based, I'm beside myself with excitement. It's one of the few television series for which I own the entire boxed set of shows dating from 1992. Absolutely Fabulous chronicles the lives…

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