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The author followed up by stating, "Waaah."

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Taken from a recent speaking tour on age-appropriate dating, underwritten by those responsible for the Bristol Palin abstinence campaign.

Open Letter to the Post-Op Transgendered Woman Who Offered Me Career Advice

Dear Doris,

I appreciated the phone call you made to remind me of our meeting. Your deep and gravelly voice surprised me somewhat. You provided a feminine name which I accepted without qualm. I’m good like that.

We met the following day and you were a great help. You wore a great deal of make up, which made me consider your gender status once more. But upon shaking your hand, I became convinced that you had elected to switch sides as it were; your hand enveloped mine, and yet your French-tipped nails suggested a quotidian efficacy that can only derive from years of practice. I surmised that you weathered the bouts of surgery some time ago and were comfortable in your blotchy, pancaked skin.

I marveled at your transformation. The opportunity to re-invent ones self is a rare and wondrous thing. The encompassing change and commitment required baffled me—I don’t like to make lunch plans more than a day in advance, so I stand in awe of your abilities.

One question: what’s with the name? You arranged for the opportunity to build yourself from the ground up and you chose a name like ‘Doris’. Why? I suppose it’s better than ‘Ashley’ or ‘Jaden’, but the overpowering fuddy-duddiness is one-hundred and eighty degrees in the wrong direction.

‘Doris’ is the mother on a black and white sitcom, or a matronly house mother at a boarding school, or the spinsterish librarian who masturbates to D.H. Lawrence. I can only imagine that you spent a great deal of time thinking about this momentous life change…while you saved up the money, couldn’t you have purchased a decent baby name book?

Luckily, I have given this great consideration and will provide you with a suitable alternate. I know that it will be a hassle to legally change your name, but you once had your penis cut off, split down the middle and used as the foundation for a constructed vagina. You don’t flinch from a tough job, to say the least.

You need a name that covers your remaining masculine attributes with a believable patina of upbringing. Many women I’ve met from rural environs are butch enough to fight mixed martial arts without spilling their Molson Ex. Therefore, something simple and unfettered by cloying girlishness will do the trick.

Agathe. Not quite as ancient as ‘Agatha’, but close enough to give you comfort. It has a touch of French to paint the picture of a bucolic Quebec background, and sonically pleasing without sounding frimpy. You also sound kind of mysterious with this handle, which I think is no small feat.

Also: you may want to incorporate scarves into your wardrobe. I understand the shaving of an Adam’s apple is expensive, but it tends to undercut the mystery we’ve worked so hard to create.

Good luck on your new life, Agathe!

Sincerely,

Jesse McLean

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Do they drink Starbucks coffee in the Bible Belt?

A Few Words on Government Funding brought to you by Black & Decker

I've never given much credence to the idea of trepanning, but I watched a horrible movie last night that gave me an opportunity to think this thing through.

For the uninitiated, trepanation is an ancient and, by all accounts, barbaric "medical" procedure that consists of drilling a hole in the skull to allow the brain's dura mater an opportunity to breathe. Once upon a time, this was thought an even-handed approach to disease treatment, one in which evil spirits were allowed a convenient escape hatch and thus leaving the afflicted free of discomfort, to say nothing of a skull fragment.

No surprise that the practice of boring a blowhole into a non-aquatic mammal's head met with vigorous debunking once humankind decided that the sun was not a fiery loogie spewed from God's angry nose every morning. Perhaps even less surprising that a voluntary version of this goofy endeavour has attracted many adherents in modern day. For those who believe that tattoos and genitalia-percings are too vanilla and mainstream, leveling a Black & Decker into the frontal lobe is the marshmallow and almond in their rocky road.

The only thing more distressing than intentional perforation of the head is the existence of a movie like The Third Eye. I remain unmoved by the standard knee-jerk reaction to Canadian film as dull, boring, self-indulgent tripe...until I see a production that ticks off all those boxes with exuberance. What might provide depraved Saw-like degradation in a production from any other country, winds up a lifeless, maudlin dirge. Clips from the documentary A Hole in the Head did little to jar me from the mournful narcosis induced by the film. And when actual footage of a good, old-fashioned trepanning fails to rouse the spirits, you're in trouble (I think I stole that from Khalil Gibran).

I am not one to throw ill will toward anyone who gets a feature film made in Canada, and I hope the makers of this tragedy move on to better things. That this film managed to acquire government funding is the true travesty. Early in his career, Telefilm and others of its ilk received withering criticism for funding the early films of one David Cronenberg. And yet when an ersatz psychological thriller is made (masking as mock-horror), mum's the word. Perhaps the less said about crud like this the better. What kind of innovative artists are refused public monies while this kind of programming trash gets the green-light? Is the next Cronenberg writhing in obscurity while poorly-shot hokum gets a wide pass?

Meh. Who am I to complain? I'm the one who watched the piece of shit. Although in my defence, I will say that this is one of the more punishing compromises one makes in a marriage.

Moral: Government funding bodies should exert greater courage in the movies they back. And to that end, I put forward my idea for "Old People Fucking"--light on plot, but heavy on characterization...if you know what I mean.

Secondary moral: don't drill a hole in your head.