• Disco and Aqua Net: How the Hell Did We Survive the 70s? http://diaryofadomesticdiva.com
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    How the Hell Did We Survive the 70s?

      So, I’m sitting here — well, reclining — on my couch (my husband and I each have our own couches, like any normal couple) on one of those rare occasions where I drift to the basement to hang with my better half. Anyway, so I’m sitting here watching Saturday Night Fever. For the first time. That’s right. I’m 41 and I’ve never watched Saturday Night Fever. I have the soundtrack, but I haven’t seen the movie. How did this happen?  I pride myself on being a child of the 80s: Duran Duran’s Arena was my first pop cassette, followed closely by Madonna circa Like a Virgin and a myriad of other…

  • Netflix vs Shomi: Home entertainment gets some competition http://diaryofadomesticdiva.com
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    Netflix vs shomi™: There’s a new kid in town

    Of Netflix and iPads In a time when TVs are getting bigger and better and fancier, here I sit, tucked into the corner of my living room, in my (sort of) cozy armchair, Mac on my lap and iPad balanced precariously beside me, watching… wait for it… Netflix. Oh, I’ll occasionally pull up another app to catch up on a recent episode of the odd program I semi-follow on TV. But inevitably I’m plugged into Netflix. The good ol’ Canadian version. On a teeny iPad screen. And I like it. Like, a lot. As in, I binge-watch. Because NO COMMERCIALS. And while I could watch Netflix on my TV, let’s face it: the…

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    What Three Grandmas and I think of Beyoncé’s Drunk in Love

    I’m all for freedom of artistic expression, but when one of the music industry’s most powerful voices, whom I loved in concert, and who belts out songs like the lovely That’s Why You’re Beautiful, the timeless Ave Maria and the every-woman’s anthem, Independent Women (with Destiny’s Child) turns to lyrics like these: I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking I get filthy when that liquor get into me I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na na and these: Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic til my voice hoarse Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride…