Thursday, 23 June 2011

Riot Romeo

Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo.

Well apparently, he's throwing himself in front of Vancouver riot police to save his girlfriend from being trampled by them and then subsequently being beaten by their shields.

-dreamy sigh- Chivalry and romance are not dead. Better still they live on in an Australian by the name of Scott Jones.

 For anyone not aware of the story, I shall provide some background.
 In the evening hours after the Vancouver Canucks lost the 2011 Stanley Cup Final to the Boston Bruins,  the streets of Vancouver erupted in mayhem. Rioting, burning of cars, smashing store fronts and looting among the long list of dark deeds that occurred that night
  One couple got caught in the wrong place, at the wrong time.   As riot police were trying to push back and control large crowds still filling the streets long after the hockey game ended, Alex Thomas tripped while trying to flee a charging police line and was mowed down and then beaten by the shields of several riot police.  Her boyfriend, actor/ comedian/ bartender Scott Jones threw himself over her to protect her from the beating and remained lying next to her to try to calm her down after the police line had passed over them.
 In an effort to calm her hysteria, Jones planted a tender kiss on his girlfriend. Unbenownst to them, their intimate moment was captured by the lens of photo-journalist Richard Lam and quickly circled around the globe via news feeds, social networking sites such as Twitter, and Facebook and they were quickly dubbed the "Vancouver riots kissing couple."


(Again this photo is not mine and credit is given to Richard Lam for it)


Admittedly, my inner sap sighed.
The deliciousness of that accent coming from a ruggedly handsome face such as Scott Jones' might just be enough to render any woman senseless in the street for a kiss, but the fact that it was neither a kiss of passion or purposeful PDA (public display of affection) but rather a kiss to calm hysteria makes it all the more romantic.
   The young couple had no idea the photo was taken, until the next day when contacted by friends who identified them in the photo.  So it was simply an instinctive gesture of care and compassion.
As he says in later interviews, he was just trying to comfort her and calm her down.

And just for the record guys, a kiss on the lips (as opposed to a slap, a harsh shake or even a stern reprimand) to try to stop hysterical crying will definitely earn you more brownie points.

And, if we're all very honest (especially for those guys who are in long term relationships of any kind) who couldn't use a few more brownie points?  You'd be forgiven of all grievances for quite a long time.
That it might make you a psuedo-celebrity and that the media might dubb you a romeo is just icing on the cake.

Obviously, I am not alone in my ruminations. The popularity of the photograph and story behind prove that many others were as captivated by the story as I was.  It is the fodder for Harlequin romance novels and fairy-tales.

Scott Jones, in accordance with this story and with the sum total of what I know about you -which is absolutely zilch- I declare you swoon worthy.

And, while I have to say there was something a little bit creepy about looking at this intimate moment (on the news) before even the couple themselves knew they had been catapulted into the lime light, and I will soap box about the lack of coverage on other poignant and important issues that have come to light from the Vancouver riots, for today I shall conclude declaring Scott Jone's a 21st century knight in shining armor.

I know, roll your eyes and gag if you must but I say, Long live chivalry, romance and kissing in the streets !!! That's right men, don't be shy. Tip your lady back and show her you love her. :)

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

consternation comes blue -eyed and strawberry blonde

Confession # 12 - I have a clandestine relationship with exhaustion

Sometimes it beckons to me while I am getting my children ready for bed, invitingly with it's promise of idle uselessness.
It sings to me softly whilst I read bedtime stories to my children. Or, after a long day of work it lulls me into a dreamy la-la land of quiet breezes floating over me as I lounge on a warm, sandy beach.  And I give in. Without a fight, I allow myself to drift. Sometimes I pretend to need something in another room just to breathe in the heady scent of it's quiet nothingness.  I can't seem to resist.
Often obnoxious laughter then shatters my quiet reverie " HEY MOM! You're ZONING again!!!"
Just 5 more minutes.

Other times,  it does not wait for my compliance. Like a formaldehyde cloth clamped over my nose and mouth or blunt force trauma to the head, it just takes me and makes me its victim. Suddenly, regardless of where I might be, or what I was in the middle of doing I am forced into unconciousness.  I awaken some time later disoriented, with my contact lenses glued to my eyeballs and hoping that I didn't drool on anything.

Ahh sweet exhaustion. No matter where I go, or how I try to hide from it, somehow it always finds me.
Courts me, woos me. Lures me into the all encompassing folds of its embrace.
But in the light of day, to any who inquire it shall be denied.  All is well here. All is well.

Confession # 13 -  (also known as life lesson # 3,192)  Consternation comes blue-eyed and strawberry blonde.

I didn't know that it was possible for consternation (also, exhaustion, frustration, exasperation, vexation) to come in such a cherubic package.  But I'm learning, oh I'm learning.

Consternation (unlike that which I have ever before experienced in my 31 years of life) has been visited upon me in the form of ocean blue eyes and a mop of strawberry blonde curls. With soft skin and arms so slight you're afraid to touch them lest you bruise or hurt them.  Arms soft and slight which are just long enough to enfold you in a loving embrace, and then you realize are also surprisingly strong enough to put you in a rear naked choke hold.

"Mommy. can't. breathe. Emma!... that's going to be a bad situation for you too, given that Daddy isn't home for another 6 hours... who's going to submit to your demands for cookies, juice, milk, raisins, crackers, tv, and outside play time until then if you finish me off? HUH? Let GO!!!!"

How can your heart break as your hear "I love you Mommy" whispered into your ear for no reason at all, and then break again as you hear ear piercing screaming in your ear during time out while you apologize for the umpteenth time to the parent of a child she has just sunk her teeth into?

How can your eyes brim with tears as she twirls and smiles showing you her pretty dress and then brim with tears in the aftermath of the headbutting she gave you that might just have given you a bloody nose because she didn't feel like brushing her teeth?
How can those emotions be possible within a 5 minute span?

It's because no one told me. And I didn't know.

Consternation can come blue eyed and strawberry blonde.
And can steal your heart inexplicably and make you love her like crazy in spite of it all.