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Summer in the city with hyperbole
It’s validating enough for the mayor
The ranking of Toronto as the eighth-most-livable city in the world by Condé Nast Traveller comes after John Tory defended his mayoral record by citing lists like these as evidence of his success. But, in this case, Vancouver is still three notches higher, while Calgary is tied for third with Zurich, behind Copenhagen and a resurgent Vienna.
Video platforms to see court
Google says its search engine isn’t ranking Rumble any lower than it appears on Bing, Yahoo or DuckDuckGo, but the Toronto-founded video platform was given the green light for its antitrust lawsuit claiming it’s being obscured in favour of YouTube. Rumble recently moved headquarters to Florida thanks to significant right-wing investments.
Meta has stopped paying American publishers for news content. The move coincides with Facebook app changes designed to make it feel more like TikTok. At the same time, Canadian publishers are still waiting on legislation that’s been preceded by voluntary payments, but so far Postmedia’s only compensation deal is with Google.
No wire hangers found in here
Promotion for a book about her mother has led Leah McLaren to reflect upon a process that involves self-loathing. Her essay at the Toronto Star was followed with an excerpt noting a parental fear of being portrayed like Mommie Dearest. Cecily Ross, the parent in question, has now taken to Twitter with #motherpoems:
Clayton Ruby dead at 80. The civil rights lawyer and activist made headlines for defending clients that ranged from the Church of Scientology to Svend Robinson. He represented a plaintiff seeking to oust Rob Ford and later defended Faith Goldy. Maclean’s profiled Ruby in October 1970 as “The lawyer to call if you are young, hip and poor.”
Finally, a tough cookie history
“Hit Me With Your Best Shot” is currently not being performed in concert by Pat Benatar in deference to victims of gun violence she’s reminded of by singing her first top-10 hit. The song has provided 42 years of royalties to Toronto songwriter Eddie Scwhartz, who was inspired by the therapy sessions where he was punching pillows to practice bioenergetics: