long live the fallen world.

when will inspiration ever be enough, you want to believe me? then sing it with love, a tin house is building the world in its throat, its feedback is drowning us and we aren't listening anymore

next summer.

On this dreary rainy day I have tried to brighten it up with a) some upbeat music and b) thoughts about next summer. As of now, the intention is that I will be venturing to France (once again) with stop offs in London and Scotland. This isn't a for sure plan but it's in the primary stages. I traveled all over France when I was 10 and I have wanted to go back ever since. We started in Paris and from Paris drove through to Reims, Beaune, Avingnon and Cannes. I have to say, it was one of the most beautiful place I have ever been to. The french country side is exquisite and it is so historically sound. Although I was basically a child, I still had a strong comprehension of the age of the places I was seeing. The significance still hit me square in the face, as it would someone who has studied the history for years. This time around I really want to go to Vimy Ridge and see the Canadian war memorial. In Paris, I want to be able to actually shop on the Champs D'Elysees and appreciate it as an adult and not a pre-teen. Mostly what made me think about the possibility of traveling next summer is that when we were in Paris is rained a lot. We spent the days we were there cursing ourselves for bringing cheap umbrellas that would flip inside out. I have pictures of the three of us on top of the Arc De Triomphe, damp but still smiling. Even the weather couldn't bring down the amazing time we were having. Overall, on this rainy, damp day I am just thinking about the future but also somewhat nostalgic for the past. Staring out the window, watching cars go by and the rain drops fall off the trees. The idea of going back excites me and the thought of finally getting to see London and Scotland is so enticing. I've wanted to go and see the Castles and the bridges and the places I read about in books all the time. I want to experience it so badly that sometimes I find myself day dreaming about strolling around the cobble stone streets in Europe. I want to see where my family is from and understand the beauty that my family describes so frequently. Maybe rain isn't so dreary, as it brings out the best possible thoughts about the days ahead and where my feet will find themselves next.

sister don't let go

One of my favourite Mumford and Sons songs and videos.

Black Cab Sessions. Chapter Fifty-Seven: Mumford & Sons (minus one son: Ted)

born to die.

don't make me sad, don't make me cry, sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why, keep making me laugh, lets go get high, the road is long we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime

Sprawl II

"We rode our bikes to the nearest park, sat under the swings and kissed in the dark. We shield our eyes from the police lights, we run away but we don't know why."

hiding

I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

no regrets.

I don't want any regrets. When I look back months from now and think about what could have been, I don't want to say "I wish". I don't want those feelings, those moments of self-doubt where I never said what I fully intended to. I can write about it as much as I want and feel it any way I can, but all in all, I don't want to regret not taking action. I have a few days to buck up my courage and bite the bullet of never feeling that regret. You will never know this, but I am nervous. I am anxious and I can't calm myself down. I find myself thinking about possibilities and having to shut my mind because it doesn't seem possible in any right. For now, I will wait. I am going to brave something I have never done or even thought about before and it's quite exciting. I know I will not get the answer I want and it won't work out my way but that is okay. If I try and say I don't regret it, I at least have piece of mind. I don't want to live with regrets of the chances I never took, and the things I left unsaid. Life is just too short to play it safe. After I take this step my mantra will have to be NO REGRETS.

Merry Christmas You Filthy Animals

Have yourself a Merry Christmas, whether you are home alone or with the biggest group of goofs around. Enjoy it, no matter where you are!

the truth

I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if you never take it seriously you never get hurt and if you never get hurt you always have fun and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends.

young and ....

Young, careless and free: it is the perfect description of how I feel. I am young and on the edge of beginning my life. With all intentions, being on the brink of graduating from University and moving on with my life is quite exciting. I don't feel sad that my academic career is over because it isn't. Everyday is a learning experience. Learning isn't just in a room with a hundred other people, being spoken to by a professor. Doing and living is a learning experience and on it's own. I will forever cherish my time in University and the different people and things I have learned. I don't understand the people who decide that they are scared of 'reality' and do not want to leave the comfort of the University campus. I find the idea of getting into the reality of the world a new prospect bigger than myself. I will not wish away the rest of my school year, but at the same time I cannot wait. Being able to say goodbye to the only life I have ever known and having a change is enticing. However, graduating and getting a job, doesn't mean you become old and irrelevant. It doesn't mean you are just another set of legs, stomping the regular grind everyday. Life only is as you want it to be. If you think having a career means the end of being happy or living life for the sake of it, think again. I don't intend of being a bore, or staying in after a long day at work. Sleep, and being tired is for those who have given up on the possibilities of fun. Those are the people you don't want to become as they never find the true happiness in their life other than the need for more money that won't buy them the inner joy that a night out with your closest friends would. My favourite part about hanging out with my friends is that months after a good night out, we always end up saying 'hey, remember that night?' I don't have time for people who are scared of moving on with their lives, if all I have to show for my time on this earth by the time I am 30 is several degrees, please shoot me or slap me in the face. I want to pull out pictures of me riding an elephant in Africa, or walking the Great Wall of China and sitting in Stone Henge among the ghosts of the druids. That will be my living, but a doctorate in something I don't care about. For the time being I am enjoying being careless and free. I spend willingly and just live each day as it comes. I don't have anything holding me down and I can do as I wish. Being young and having the freedom to stay out late, getting drunk beyond comprehension, going to work hungover, smoking cigarettes like your immortal, wearing ludacris outfits and laying around the house all day is better than anything in the world. As I stand on the edge of something scary, yet new and different, I am taking in every breath of being young and starting a new chapter of my life. The mature responsibilities can wait, as I will take it in stride being young and taking every last moment to be immature and make poor decisions. What is it Rihanna sings? Cheers, drink to that? Amen.

a promise.

I will never hide away. I will never let you tell me who I am and who I should be. I am myself, 100 hundred percent me. In flesh and in heart I stand and live my life to be proud of who I am. If you don't like me, suck it up. If you are jealous or feel sorry for me, don't. I don't need people telling controlling my life. When I love, I love with all of my heart. When I hate, I hate with all of my being. When I laugh, I laugh until everyone laughs too. When I care, I care more than anyone in their right mind should. When I work, I work hard. And most importantly, when I believe, I believe with body, soul and mind. I will never hide away and I will never let someone tell me my opinions are wrong. I am strong willed and fools will not get passed me. I promise to never ever let others designate me and I will live my life to prove them wrong.

memories are fleeting...

tomorrow is new, now is fleeting and yesterday is a memory. how do we move forward without a senseless hope? how do we see past the pain and the heart ache and the suffering? how do we know that tomorrow is new and that now is the moment and yesterday is root of all the answers we seek? i like the idea that now is fleeting. as each second passes we age and those previous seconds are in the past, forever locked in the chest of time and nothing more than a distant thought. i can't believe in a new tomorrow but a fresh tomorrow. tomorrow will not be new because the same feelings will exist within my heart and the same thoughts in my head. fresh is a better description. tomorrow will offer a fresh perspective on things i do not understand, or people i do not know how to help. my hurt will still be latched to my side and tomorrow will bring a fresh beginning to the possibility of resolving it. or a fresh depressing thought that one day will be apart of the memory of yesterday. if we are lucky enough to have yesterday, today and tomorrow than we are lucky enough to be able to start fresh everytime.

you.

If you remember me, I don't care if everybody else forgets.

hit me with your best shot

People will always hate you for being happy. In this twisted world happiness is the equivalent of evil. If you are happy, you are spoiled, if you are sad, you are responsible and hard working. I'm not sure where this view got so incredibly skewed, but evidently it did. I've always had this exact label. I am happy, therefore I am spoiled and have an easy life. It has nothing to do with my self esteem, my life, my academic career, my friends, all those things go by the way side and some how you are spoiled. If something bad happens or sad, automatically your strife isn't as bad as someone who is already unhappy. My emotions are a reflection of my perspective. I have always told myself that there will always be someone with more and someone with less and you need to be okay with the life you have. If you are not happy, make yourself happy. You can't help people who do not want to be helped. I don't sympathize with people who spend their lives moaning and complaining and never make a change for the better. Sympathy should be reserved for the people who cannot change their lives or are struggling through things that as an outsider we cannot comprehend. Being happy has become something to be feared and unspoken. I have spent my life working towards a happiness that my friends and family find infectious. There is a reason people love to hate me and those that love me, love me more because of my ability to be light and airy. I don't take myself seriously and if you perceive me a different way, you clearly don't deserve the good things I have to offer. Label me what you want and try and hit me with your best shot. Others opinions do not matter to me, unless that person matters to me more than myself.

baby.

it's better than I ever even knew

him

I loved him more than anyone could imagine. When I looked at him and saw him staring back, I felt alive. Electric shocks tapered through my body and sent jolts up my spine. His gaze captivated me and made me want to hold him. I wanted to know that everything would be alright, that we were going to last. I wanted to kiss him, to make tea for him and to curl up beside him at night. I didn't know how to explain how much I loved or cared about him but I knew it deep within my gut, in the mess of stomach acid and blood and gore, I knew it. Songs and poems and stories couldn't describe the immense emotions that ruptured within my soul when I was around him. The thought of being without him is like being in a dark room. No light, not even a distance street lamp, nothing to guide you. The emptiness surrounds you and overcomes you with panic and fear and all you can think of is the worse possible scenario. In the happiest of times the thought of him brings a smile to my face. I could be sitting in a room of people, a busy office, a classroom and a thought could trigger the biggest, widest smile that anyone has ever seen and I don't care. He is my everything. He doesn't hold a claim over my life but I let him. In all of the good and the bad I love him and want to be near him. When I laugh, I want it to be with him and when he cries, I want to hold him. I love him more than anyone could ever imagine and it makes me senseless to the point of laughing.

500 days of summer

About an hour ago I watched 500 days of summer and without sounding too cliche I loved it. From the moment it opened speaking about how Tom Hanson lived to be in love, I knew I was stolen away. I've reached the point with many movies that I can tell you the course of the character from the outset. I'm not sure if this is because I've read a lot of English novels and studied these plot lines but it was truly a GOOD movie. I could sit here and praise how "awesome" it was and how "hot" Joseph Gordon Levitt is but to be honest what I loved the most was how depressing it was. Here is this man who has lived his entire existence believing that there is one person for him and he knows it as soon as he sees them. He believes with all of his being that he lives to be in love. Meanwhile, he holds this mediocre job, he isn't even pursuing his dreams and he thinks that he found the one girl he has been waiting for. What I found so enlightening was that it isn't until he has had his heart ripped out, and he goes through a dark, unhappy period of his life that he recognizes he has to make himself happier. Love won't make him happier if he isn't happy himself. He pursues his dream, his career choice and through this he meets a woman who has already seen him before at one of his favourite places.

With this being said, a message at the end of the movie is that nothing is meant to be. There is no specific path that we need to travel. Life really is just one big coincidence. You have no control over almost everything in life and after "500 days of summer" Tom figures this out. I love the message and the meaning behind this movie. When he quits his job and says that greeting cards, media, and pop music ruin love, I want to hug him. There is too much truth within the sentence that people do not know how to speak their feelings. Overall, I would recommend this movie to anyone. I doubt many people who like it, or enjoy its significance but it's one of those movies you need to be able to think about it. There is no Michael Bay explosions or Guillermo Del Toro artsy devices, but plain simple people. Simple people with problems that we all face in our lives yet can't seem to find a connection to this type of movie. I can't believe it has taken me this long to see 500 days of summer but I'm glad I finally did. I feel somewhat enlightened amongst the banter of the everyday.

how I see it

I always thought life was structured, that there was a point to everything. I always assumed that there was a path I was set out to follow and that my steps were put down before my feet. There has been this realization, an epiphany of sorts, where I can see how unstructured life truly is. My feelings live as a roller coaster, weaving and winding through different obstacles. I wake up each day with a new sense towards life, and a new found purpose. With each breath my heart changes it pace and I come to this wall of unstructured beauty that I can truly see myself hurtling over. I feel as if life is just a crazy ride and if you believe controlling it will make the slightest difference, you will never truly live. For now, I will lay in the grass every chance I get, sing out loud whenever I want and tell people I love them more often. I will look up at the sky and be thankful for each day on this beautiful planet, with new found ideas and new found appreciation for the things I have and always make sure to laugh whenever it is warranted.

timshel

and death is at your doorstep

and it will steal your innocence

but it will not steal your substance

but you are not alone in this

and you are not alone in this

as brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand

hold your hand

thoughts.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to tell people what you really think. No bullshit, no lies, just the plain old truth. There is no doubt that they would be extremely hurt. There is no doubt that they could ever begin to hate you and think you are a bitch. But, would there be people who take that honesty in stride and thank you. It seems that in this age that people spend most of their time chanting fake praises about others, when it seems they could care less. If someone walked up to me and told me they thought I was a heartless bitch, that I was selfish and that I had nice shoes, I'd probably be mad. It would enrage me, but at the end of the day, maybe we need to hear what our faults are in order to change them. No one is perfect, but with constant navel gazing how do people change and grow? Truth seems to be lost among the technology of lies. Behind this false wall of keyboards and profile pictures, are real people that will face real problems that praise won't fix. Maybe the truth is lost, or maybe we need to bring it to the surface again.

....

Keep My Eyes Discerned, My Hands To Learn

life

Life Isn't Black and White, But a Million Shades of Grey

I was here.

There is a lot of different emotions in this video and song. I legitimately cried at one point, what a life she has led.

you

I walked towards you, paper in hand, heart leaping in my chest. I had sheep on my sleeves and you had a smile that made my cheeks flush. I gave you words, you gave me hope and I turned around smiling knowing that I got something for another day.

Lest We Forget

Wear your heart on your sleeve and show that you remember

meaning?

It is 11/11/11.

I do not know what this means

or if it has any significance.

Instead, we should focus on how it is Remembrance Day

and put all our attention to those who sacrificed their lives for us.

fun

If you can't have fun with clothes, what is the point?

Dalmatian Sweater by: Topshop

Granted

I've confessed on several occasions my love of chunky knits and oversized wool sweaters. Here is another great example of chunky knits at their best. This Canadian company based on the West Coast in British Columbia represents the exact essence of the importance of warmth and comfort on those brisk days and chilly nights. Their prints and patterns emulate the west coast with native inspired themes of dream catchers, waves, fire and eagles. They also use animals such as whales, deers and horses. They also have a special knit for the CBC. For anyone who has been to B.C knows that this is a province that stays true to it's heritage roots. Here is an excerpt of their story of knits:

"Our designs are clearly inspired by hand-knitted sweaters from all corners of the world. However our true inspirations come from everything that the West Coast has to offer. Brisk walks with our four-legged friends at the nearest beach, remote camping trips over the long weekend, and catching fresh tracks after a large snowfall are just a few things we live for and never take for granted."

For more on the company and the products go to http://shop.grantedclothing.com/

Image: Granted Spouting Whale Knit in Blue

leopard

How much more fun can you have with denim? Leopard print jeans.

Left: Current/Elliot Grey Leopard. Right: Jbrand snow leopard.

wisdomosity

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

enlightened

Being from Toronto, I frequently go to the distillery district for coffee, dinner, to walk around, etc. There are metal sculptures and artwork. In the daylight they look industrial and cold. I remember watching the different stages of them being built not quite understanding the purpose. Here are these cobblestone streets with old brick buildings and giant wooden windows covered in chipped paint. There is this contrast that I couldn't quite grasp. That was until Saturday night. I went out for late dinner and beers at the Mill Street pub and by the time we left it was pitch black out. As we leave I noticed the scultpures all lit up. They were magnificent, they appeared to be so much larger and vibrant than just metal sculptures. To be honest, I am actually happy that I got to see them at night. I feel as if they make more sense and the purpose of them is clear. Pure, beautiful art that needs to be seen in all aspects in order to understand.

wisdomosity

if only it was that easy

If only it was this easy. This is the ultimately dilemma when it comes to dating, how do you know how the other person feels? Are there mutual feelings? Does my constant eye contact and staring translate for him? Does his suggestion at coming in at another time mean that he wants me there privately? Or am I making this all up? This is my exact point, how do you decipher the opposite sex's advances? Are they in fact making an advance or is it just casual conversation and a suggestion that makes it easier for you? I'm stuck, and I don't want to be. I want things to be straight forward and am on the brink of asking him out myself. Too bold?

in love

I am in love with this sweater coat. Is this possible?

I can't find a good and clear picture of it, except this one from Aritzia's Wilfred Winter 2011 collection lookbook. It features a chunky knitted body and when buttoned up it turns into a cowl/turtle neck. How can you go wrong with layers, buttons and big sleeves? In plainer terms, it is perfect for the winter season.

Photography by Jody Rogac

Wilfred Gosford Sweater Coat

the answer

I've confessed a love for Crumpet England's cashmere scarves and how much I'd love to own one. Now considering a) I do not live in Britain and b) they are pretty expensive, being able to get one might not be in the cards right now. Being a student with other expenses to consider and with the bold return of Christmas, I am trying to find alternatives. My answer is Aritzia. They have a pretty close comparison scarf to the Crumpet leopard print. The Crumpet scarves retail for 197 British pounds which is roughly 250-275 Canadian. Aritzia's leopard scarf (which is also 100% cashmere wool blend) retails for 68$ Canadian. Crumpet has several colours ranging from brown, red, whites and lavenders. Aritzia has three colours, a deep brown red, light brown and beige and a blue and lavender colour. With that many options, how could you go wrong? I think we found a winner. Left: Aritzia Leopard scarf. Right: Crumpet England Leopard scarf

J.R.R Tolkien

Frodo: It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance

Gandalf: Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.

JRR Tolkien was a genius. His world, his languages, his people, his everything is nothing but magical creativity and the proof that some minds are greater than others. Although he can be seen as somewhat whacky or crazy, anyone who creates something as unimaginable as a whole other world seperate from our own is probably on a level we do not understand. The novels, the epic movies, the huge following is all because this story is something we have never seen before. It stops us short and grabs our attention. The wise knowledge within this text is evidence that there is more to a novel than just a story, but a lesson in all of life.

only if for a night

the grass was so green against my new clothes, and I did cartwheels in your honour, dancing on tiptoes

my own secret ceremonials before the service began, in the graveyard, doing handstands

and i heard your voice as clear as day, and you told me I should concentrate, it was all so strange

and so surreal, that a ghost should be so practical

only if for a night

hypothetically

if sex were a shoe, this would be it.

well, at least until another one came along.

art

Like most people I enjoy art. I love creating art, looking at it, putting meaning to it, and over all getting taken somewhere visually through someone else. There are many people who find boring and pointless, but I can't say I am one of them. To be able to put feeling and emotion and your soul on a canvas is beautiful. I would kill to be able to paint and draw and convey real images onto a white blank page. To have that ability is so meaningful and priceless. You can't learn how to be a good painter or an artist, you just are. There is a lot to be said for that. One of my favourite paintings has got to be the mona lisa. Although it is extremely underwhelming, and is really small from all the years it has been cut and stolen, it makes you wonder. Who is this person? Why is this picture so famous? As much as there is no extreme emotion behind the piece that is what makes it so puzzling. Does no emotion, no extreme colour, no stand out beauty make something boring? It is so easy to convey anger, happiness, and beauty, but it is even harder to convey simplicity. To be able to show someone in a dull stance, and have it be one of the most famous paintings across the world speaks volumes. Art truly represents a form of oneself that cannot be spoken or heard. It needs to be seen, and needs to be found by each person in their own way.

nude

Not the type of nude you might think.

There is something just simple and pretty about a nude shade shoe. I absolutely love the be-jeweled ones, most likely because it adds that extra umph to something that could otherwise be boring. Plain and simple, I like 'em.

Both can be found at aldo shoes

Ceremonials

Florence and The Machine's new album is out this week. Titled,

Ceremonials. As usual she is amazing.

good morning.

There is nothing I love more than a cup of coffee in the morning.

The taste, the smell, the feeling.

My brother bought me a french press last christmas and I have to say, it is my favourite these days. Freshly ground coffee and then freshly pressed. Pure bliss. I couldn't ask for more early in the morning.

Movember

Happy Movember.

Let's abolish cancer once and for all.

Bring on the Mo boys.

red.

Anyone that knows me knows that I love the colour red. I have red eye glasses, rain boots, leather boots, shoes, coats, sweaters, scarves and pants. I love how bold it is. When you enter a room and someone is wearing red, your eyes automatically follow that person. When I got my red glasses when I was 14 years old, the eye doctor said: "it takes a confident person to pick and wear red". I have remembered that statement for the longest time. I love the feeling of power when wearing something so bright and so beautiful. Here is something new I would love to add to my collection, I however cannot afford it.

Burberry, Four Pocket Duffle Coat in Red

happy hallows eve

wisdomosity

something to think about

What does today mean to you?

Who is going to make this day the best possible day it can be?

How will if effect you?

Simply put, how will you make today mean something more than "just another day"?

stunning.

I hate the word whimsical but this dress is. I am a clothes horse and fashion obsessive and this dress is beautiful. This colour and the roots(neutral), with the simple floralesque design screams minimalist without the boring white shade. T. Babaton Bennett Dress in Winter Willow

inspiration

They say that you find inspiration from life. For the most part I never fully agreed with this belief. I go through most days unfeeling and sort of melancholy. Then there are days where I feel every emotion, I stress every word. Recently I have been finding inspiration in everything I do. I find it has to do with how I feel towards someone, how I want to know this person and become apart of their life. I know why I am finding huge inspiration to write, and believe again. The hardest part is actually being with this person. Knowing and talking with him on a regular basis. I can't give up because then I would find no hope in myself. I love this feeling. I love waking up with a purpose, with a beat to my step. I can't wait to see what a new day brings. The more I think about it, the more I realize how the best inspiration in life comes from having something so positive and unbelievable that it makes you happiest to the core. Today is a new day and I don't even know what I am going to accomplish, but I will find it.

roll away your stone

Mumford and Sons at the ACC.

I cannot stress how beautiful and poetic they are.

After seeing them live, listening to their songs as a recording just doesn't do it justice.

today

After Rob Ford's freak out at a Toronto police dispatcher, it made me think about how much I miss the decent politicians. That statement may seem to contradict itself, but Jack Layton comes to mind. A truly decent, smart, and genuine person whose time was cut short. I was re-reading his letter to Canada, trying to hold onto my belief in humanity. It is people like Rob Ford that make me sick. He is the leader and head of one of the biggest cities in Canada. He is supposed to represent class and some form of dignity and he has neither. This is a man who thinks he is untouchable and no one can mess with him. Jack Layton was the head of the NDP party and brought it from no where to somewhere. His empathy and caring nature for the people made the Canadian population believe in the NDP as a an opposition. He was robbed of the recognition he deserved and now we are left with the Rob Ford's of the world, who put themselves above the people. Politicians are supposed to represent the people, not tear them apart. I will repeat Layton's words and believe that we will see someone with the exact strength and mind as him in the future.

wisdomosity

cute.

Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield

we found love.

"It's like you're screaming but no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it's over and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back so you can have the good."

what would you do for fame?

I recently read an article about Jessica Simpson and her pregnancy. Apparently her dad (Joe Simpson) has been trying to get a good price on the first baby pictures or the story or some shit. When you think about it, most celebrities sell their pictures for cash. It seems like barely anyone keeps anything from the public and everything they do must involve a cheque. I know this is a business, but at the same time how much of yourself can you sell out before you loose it all? I find it all really sickening. These are people whose lives are already barely their own. Now that their breeding, they feel the need to exploit the poor child. This is a world I may never understand and that my expensive education will make me question and dissect in each given moment. There is nothing wrong with fame, but the question is what would you do for fame? Would you give up all the things that could have meaning? Would you give up your child's rights to a life without notoriety and a practical living? These are people who don't want to lose their position in the spotlight and would sell their souls in order to keep it that way. When I see wedding pictures on the cover of people or in touch, all I can think is that this is one of the most sacred moments for a couple and a family. This is the day that you become one unit and families come together and you are selling it for five extra minutes of fame. When I hear of parents as managers for their children's lives, it makes me sick. Joe Simpson is easily a male Dina Lohan. He would sell any part of his daughter's lives to make a million. In a sense it can be seen as smart business skills but what does your daughter's life mean to you? I wanted an agent and to act when I was a kid. I asked my mom non-stop and she would always say no. I asked her why and she said "I will not sell my children to people. I will not prostitute my children for money." I remember thinking she was overreacting (as anyone does to an over protective mother) but now that I am older I realize how right she was. I realize that this is a real mother, someone who wouldn't put her kids on a pedestal and possibly set them up for rejection. When you look at people like Lindsay Lohan that is exactly what her problem is. Her entire life she has been told she is perfect, or that she isn't thin enough, and whatever other problems. There is so much pressure and so much at once that they resort to drugs, and drinking and they throw it all away. It makes you wonder what the cost of fame is? For a lot of people it costs them their lives. In the end, what would you do for fame? Would you sell out your family and your friends and or your life in order to make a few million? I sometimes wonder if people have no shame anymore, or if that word means nothing at this point.