I couldn't properly explain why I was so disgusted by the way the monstrous Cons went after Sophie Grégoire Trudeau, for simply admitting she was feeling overwhelmed, and asking for help.
And why I was so bothered by the way so many other Canadians piled on.
It was the bullying of course, and the casual cruelty, and the women hate. And the indecent glee of her tormentors.
But there was something else that really bothered me, and I think that Neil Macdonald explains it very well.
Sophie Grégoire Trudeau is just the latest victim of our miserable tall poppy syndrome.
Tall poppies stick out because they're really smart, or really rich, or talented and famous, or, as Derek Zoolander would put it, "really really really good looking."
In the United States, people love tall poppies. The average American looks at a tall poppy and says: "I want to be like that."
In Canada, we look at tall poppies and cluck and disapprove and fervently hope somebody takes them down a peg or two. Who do they think they are, anyway?
And although this isn't the only country where the tall poppies get hacked...
Hang me kangaroo down sport. Or just hang me.
It does seem to me that a lot of people in this country get an unhealthy kick out of putting down our own.
Or trying to make them as small as they are...
For no decent reason.
Especially since Sophie is a good person.
I don't pay much attention to Sophie Grégoire Trudeau, but I know she's amazingly popular, and I understand why.
She puts her hand over her heart, and she empathizes, and she's very pretty, and open about her own shortcomings, and seems determined to help young girls navigate a fragile time of life and grow into mature, accomplished women.
And she has every reason to feel overwhelmed.
The Prime Minister's Office says she gets 50 to 60 requests a week to appear at some worthy event or other: speak at our commencement, act as our patron, speak at our fundraiser, use your blazing fame to help us….please. And she does. She tries to answer all the invitations with a yes or a no, because it is simply not possible to accept them all.
But here's what I really don't understand. How come we can be so big, and so decent, and so Canadian, when we ccme to the aid of the people of Fort McMurray?
And celebrate these heroes...
And then act so small, and be so mean, and so miserable.
As the ghastly Con Candice Bergen...
Who would act in such a porky manner.
And yet when gently rebuked by the decent Bruce Anderson.
A good piece. This is also not complicated. Not the finest work of @nikiashton or @CandiceBergenMP I'm afraid. https://t.co/wC9Xl7GNAE— Bruce Anderson (@bruceanderson) May 14, 2016
Would proclaim that she doesn't know what he's talking about.
As only a Con, or an idiot could.
Bruce, Bruce, please CLARIFY !!!!!
Oh well, I'm sure Sophie will be OK. I hope she gets the help she needs and deserves.
And I just want to say that even though I'm not rich, or successful, or talented, and will new be famous, thank goodness.
In a very small way I understand how Sophie feels.
Because sometimes I feel like I'm the tall sunflower in my little garden eh?
And believe me in this sometimes gloomy, grumpy country, that's not easy. Gawd.
But that's OK because I couldn't live like them.
I'm still happy that we defeated the most miserable leader ever. And his equally miserable wife.
And replaced them with this couple...
Who are making us look good all over the world. And better than some of us deserve.
Oh well, I notice that after not daring to come out for so long, thanks to this frigid Spring.
These tulips are finally getting ready to bloom...
Which can only mean that summer will be here soon.
And I'll soon be out there...
Great Polar Bear God of the Great White North, make the wild wind from the West hit me in the face and make me feel clean again. Make me forget the nasty little people of this country.
Fill my sails with hope.
And help me to try to be as big as my Canada...
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