Category Archives: Wellness

Grocery Shopping On Campus

The days of making a trip down to the Sasamat Safeway for my fortnightly four-litre jug of milk are over; having moved off-campus, it seems I’m going to be doing most of my shopping on it.

This is for several reasons:

(a) Getting from home to place-that-sells-food without a car requires me to take two buses (or one bus and walk quite far). I believe in direct routes. And minimal walking when burdened with a week’s worth of groceries, i.e. the jug of milk + other items.

(b) I’ve discovered that Canadian vegetables are like their cookies: Very Big. I can only consume one vegetable per week since I only dine on it. (I eat toast for breakfast and lunch at the SUB with my leftover money from last year’s meal plan.) I prefer not to take a special half-hour trip to buy a single vegetable those weeks I don’t need milk and eggs.

(c) My vegetable tends to die halfway through the week. (Correction: My vegetable tends to wither and stop being fresh halfway through the week. I realize it’s already quite dead.) And I only have time to go grocery-shopping over the weekends.

So instead, I have found places on-campus where I can buy my beloved groceries while I’m in school, thus killing two birds with one stone (what a brutal metaphor):

Sprouts in the SUB Basement is a student volunteer-run fresh-produce store that also offers baked goods, freshly-made soup and other interesting organic items, including one of my favourite chocolates ever. They sell vegetables from the UBC Farm, a place I love and support, and have the added advantage of being organic. Not being a varsity athlete, I figure I can afford to spend the extra dosh on organic food. To be honest, I’m not sure how much more expensive it is compared to conventional foods from Safeway, but my budget isn’t hurting yet. Plus since the portions aren’t quite as insanely huge, I can buy something fresh and different mid-week. Yay variety!

The Specialty Food Store in the Village whose name I don’t actually know is a gem of a place. It has the oddest variety of fruits, vegetables, organic substances, packaged items, Asian foods and seasonings… I’ll admit the Asian foods and seasonings have me. This will save me a trip to T&T whenever I’m looking for something the least bit homey.

The UBC Farm runs Saturday markets which, alas, I have not yet gone to or am likely to this year. The Farm is unfortunately less easy to access without a car, and no longer living on campus, it becomes even more difficult to get from here to there. I believe there’s another farm market nearer me right now than UBC. But I highly encourage any food-lovers to go check it out, tell me what you think of it and whether it’s as good as I always hope it will be. Perhaps next year I shall be able to make it out there — unless UBC does the cruel thing of selling the land and turning it into property housing, thus bringing an end to the last working farm in Vancouver and forevermore removing all chances of there ever being a farm again.

The Last Lecture

I’m grieved to find out that Randy Pausch, the professor at Carnegie Mellon who gave my favourite lecture of all, passed away on Friday morning. While he knew perfectly well he was terminally ill, I’m afraid I’ve been in denial about the whole thing — he seemed so impossibly alive and the kind of person who would live forever. I cannot imagine what his family is going through right now.

“The Last Lecture” is, superficially, about achieving your childhood dreams. In reality, it is so much more. Watch it. It is worth the time.

This is what a feminist looks like

This is what people often think a feminist looks like:

Stereotypical Feminist

Chances are, if you don’t believe that women are inferior (or superior) to men, then this is what a real feminist looks like:

Mirror

 Feminist: (n.) a person who believes in the equality of the sexes.

You can be feminine and be a feminist.
You can be a guy and be a feminist.

Just thought to whip up some more appreciation for this shirt.

The Question of Female Body Image

One of my classes at Herstmonceux is known as “the mirror class”. Essentially, we track the symbol of the mirror in art, literature, film, psychology and philosophy. It’s incredibly interesting and we’ve covered several different aspects of the mirror, but one thing that has been sticking in my mind is the obvious question about body image.

And now I’m going to diverge from my class to the classic Wikipedia:

Within the media industry there have recently been popular debates focusing on how Size Zero models can negatively influence young people into feeling insecure about their own body image. It has been suggested that size zero models be banned from cat walks.

A year or two ago, I do remember reading an article in my secondary school’s Senior School Centre (the student area for the two uppermost years, think sixth and seventh years in Hogwarts) outlining banning overly thin models from appearing on Italian catwalks. However, I haven’t really followed that up so I’m not sure what it’s like now. At the time, I used to dream of a clothing company that used models of shapes and sizes and appearances to show that the most important thing is really having a healthy body, whatever that ends up looking like for the individual.

But that isn’t the image being promoted by the media. This self-same media which (according to Wikipedia) criticises the overly thin female body image is also the one responsible for showing a very particular body type, namely: tall, slim, with flawless skin, and so on and so forth.

Oh, I believe we’re fairly intelligent. We know that it’s all advertising, it’s all an image, it’s not realistic or representative of most women. Yet it is also very difficult to get past all the miracle creams for older women (what’s wrong with growing wiser?), the whitening creams, the tanning lotions, the makeup, the fashion magazines telling you “how to catch a man” when you’re trying to checkout a jug of milk at the local store — all this that contributes towards the social psychology:

“You’re so thin! I’m so jealous!”
“No I’m not, I’m so fat, look at you!”

Yeah, who hasn’t heard that exchange before? It’s so much easier just to avoid the topic entirely rather than contribute to this paradigm that is so hard to break out of.

We expect the media — or at least journalism — to be objective, and I think it’s right that we hold our journalists to some kind of standard. At the same time, we have to realise that they are not going to be objective, and we cannot blame everything on them. In Anthropology discussions last term, we went on and on about how the media shows this image or that image, and I should have asked: Why do we expect so much of our media anyway? Why don’t we take the responsibility to think critically for once, and share that responsibility of ignorance with the media, instead of blaming our ignorance on them?

But I do take issue with the media that supposedly criticises the anorexic body image and then pastes pictures of women who are still tall, still thin — only not anorexic. This is not an improvement. In fact, I’d rather have just the images and none of the hypocritical moralising — at least you can reject the “standard” outright. No one has really come up with a powerful answer to the question of how we should think of ourselves. “Beauty” as one who lives a healthy, happy lifestyle and who takes care of oneself and others does not, apparently, fire the imagination in the same way our current perceptions do.

Blood Donations

The minimum weight I have to be to donate blood in Hong Kong is 90 lbs.
The minimum weight I have to be to donate blood in Canada is 110 lbs.

That’s a 20 lbs difference, ladies and gents. Also known as: huge difference.

Just how much blood does Canada want to take out of me?!