Monkey Love

When I was born, one of my first outings was a trip to the Toronto Zoo. One of the orangutans had just had a baby and when she saw my mom holding me on the other side of the glass she carried her baby over to show him off to my mom. Sparta and I made our first trip there since moving to the city last April this weekend and the Orangs were no less charming. I could have visited them all. day. long.

They are so bright and engaging that it actually feels quite strange to photograph them, at least without getting their permission. It's like coming across a really uninhibited colony of furry nudists.

Lucky for you, I got past it and took some fun shots to brighten up your work week. Enjoy!

Overheard on the TTC

"I've always wanted to get a tattoo of something coming out of my vagina. Like bats! Out of the batcave! But then I figure I'd eventually get sick of it, or my vagina would get sick of it."

Vaginal bats.

Just one more thing you might want to consider discussing in private.

Slutwalk

This weekend I was fortunate enough to attend Slutwalk, a march inspired by a Toronto police officer's recommendation that in order to avoid being raped, women shouldn't dress "like sluts."

While the comment may not be reflective of the views of the entire police force, it was a stark reminder of a victim-blaming attitude that is still all too prevalent in our society and of the importance of training law enforcement to deal with sexual assault cases in a sensitive and educated manner.

It was so inspiring to be surrounded by a group of men and women who not only understand that a woman's choice of dress or sexual history is never, ever an excuse for rape, but who will stand up and shout it out until that message is heard.