Metrolinx, mon cher ami, we have to talk. Or, more importantly, you do.
Let me say a few things first, to explain the problem I’m having with your communication in this relationship.
Like several thousand other Torontonians, I live in the midst of the Crosstown construction project. For several years, the road I live on has been closed at the intersection with Eglinton. Street lanes and sidewalks are rerouted or closed all over the place. There has been constant noise, constant rumbling, constant dust—not to mention a small building collapse. Un beau gâchis, as you can well imagine. It’s Not Me, It’s You, Metrolinx
Matt Gurney, a former National Post columnist now with GlobalNews and an upper-end millennial (in terms of both age and, apparently, wealth), would like other millennials living in Toronto to know that housing here is expensive. He’d also like you to know that that’s okay, to him. In a column last week, he explains that he’s sorry he owns a wildly expensive house constantly appreciating in value, and he acknowledges that he’s benefited from “a well-timed inheritance or two,” but at great risk of being a jerk, he stands firm: if you can’t stand the housing bubble heat, get out of the city. Columnist to Millennials: No Family Money to Buy a House? Just Leave the City
This week, beat-boxing, country music, and Caribbean Carnival experiences; a surfeit of great local comedy; art outdoors, thrilling WWII dogfights indoors, and music from The Dears, The New Swears, and more.
This week, lots of outdoor picnics and film screenings (indoor ones, too); book and record releases by Nick Flanagan, Absolutely Free, and Jonny Sun; and, of course, the annual Toronto Fringe Festival.