Results tagged “antoniazerbisias”

There has been a huge kerfuffle across the blogosphere in the past week, and at the centre of it one can find none other than the Toronto Star's very own Antonia Zerbisias. We've called out the Zerb before (back when her blog kind of sucked, but we're glad to report it's gotten a lot better since then), but this time is special.

For a week now, someone's been pretending to be Rosie DiManno on Twitter. With tweets like "i'm having a other joss stone moment. What streak should I put in my luscious mane next? coitus interruptus male member pink?"; her latest, "is looking to hire an intern to help consolidate the venom drenched hate mail her columns keep receiving"; and our favourite, "@petermansbridge next time try not to cut such a wide swath with your penis" (cf. this, and note that Mansbridge's Twitter account was also fake), it was always pretty obvious that twitter.com/RosieDiManno was not, in fact, Rosie DiManno. But last night Star co-worker and legitimately excellent writer Antonia Zerbisias stepped in to confirm the account's fakery. Still, we had no idea: DiManno and Zerbisias are actually friends? This truly is opposite world.

There is certainly no point (or much truth) in saying that a woman should not care how she looks. But do we really need more women who are sassy, political and outspoken devoting their energy to a topic that exerts tremendous negative pressure on all women? After all, women already have more than their share of media targeted to their insecurities. It's unfortunate to see someone with real depth and courage adding to the pile, no matter how earnestly she is going about it.

One of the first things aspiring journalists learn is to keep themselves out of the story, if not completely, then as much as possible. "No one cares about you," is how one editor once put it.

Yesterday, in a last-ditch attempt to guilt Liberals into supporting the extension of two controversial "anti-terror" laws, Stephen Harper trotted out for the media two Canadian women who lost family members in the attacks on the World Trade Centre. In case we had forgotten what 9/11 looked like, CTV Newsnet, as part of its reportage on the matter, helpfully replayed images from that day—complete with the chyron seen above and at right.

All this recent talk about the Docks losing their liquor license has everyone talking about noise complaints and the densification of the city. Living right in the heart of Downtown Toronto and near a sports club that thinks it's appropriate to open their large street facing windows and blare really terrible jock-rock at 1:00 am, Torontoist is pretty familiar with the noise complaint process. Most of the time the noise stops within an hour when...

Sorry George, but the reviews are in and the One just plain sucks. The ABC produced, CBC simulcasted Idol/Next Top Model/Big Brother mashup sucks so much that the National (which was actually bumped forward an hour) managed to get almost three times the number of viewers. The One just managed to pull 236,000 viewers compared to the National which pulled in a respectable 550,000+ viewers. Antonia Zerbisias goes on at length at the show's shortcomings.

What would the Olympics be without Brian Williams? Apparently someone at CTV asked the same question and didn't like the answer. So not only has the CBC lost the TV rights to the 2010 Winter games in Vancouver they'll also be losing the man who had anchored their Olympic coverage for three decades.

Torontoist was visiting Dora Keogh's pub for the first monthly CommonPlaces drinks night, when he noticed a sign for the Ben Chin Meet and Greet. It seems that everybody's favourite Liberal candidate was going to be having a minor campaign event. Torontoist would have to say that Chin was an absolute gentleman, he even spoke to us about how impressed he was with his riding association, "one that couldn't put together an event for 15 people a year ago."

TO's got its own little one woman Huffpost in the Star's Antonia Zerbisias. Get ready for the Star media maven's music picks, or 'chick licks,' as she so, uh, cleverly, calls them. Mildly frightening, but TOist knows you're all very strong people.