All posts by Cat Raz

Does Pizza Belong in Music?

Many years ago, Frank Zappa answered the age old question: “does humour belong in music?” with a resounding YES! The people agreed with him.  Recently, Macaulay Culkin set out to address the question “does pizza belong in music?”

Along with 4 other musicians, the man who was once the boy who dazzled our childhoods in Home Alone and Home Alone 2 has formed a The Velvet Underground parody/cover band aptly named The Pizza Underground. The band changes the lyrics of classic Velvet Underground and Lou Reed songs to be about pizza. Many people may find this ridiculous. Personally, I think it’s an amazing premise.

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Peeing on a Stick

Somehow, I made it to the age of 30 before ever having taken a pregnancy test. I’d like to claim that I’ve always been extremely responsible about my sexual activities and that my period has always appeared right on schedule and so I never had any reason to suspect pregnancy. This was not the case. For many years, I became instantly convinced I was preggers pretty much every time I got busy with a member of the opposite sex, regardless of how safe we played it. Many neurotic days were spent waiting for my period to arrive. It always eventually did.

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Cat Raz’ Guide to Wedding Weightloss – Part 3

Today, I’m feeling pretty great about my body. Maybe its because of my diet and exercise regime. Maybe its because in a recent bout of stomach flu, I expelled an insane amount of bodily fluids and had zero desire for food for 2 days. I guess we’ll never know. Most likely I’m feeling pretty great about my body because I was sick and now I am better. Being sick forced me to listen to my body. And I intend to keep on doing that well past my wedding day.

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I am a woman. And I love professional wrestling.

It didn’t happen overnight. It started with a desire to understand my fiancé’s love of pro-wrestling. He spoke with such enthusiasm about his spandex-ed heros. He giggled with child-like glee as he watched them roll around in the ring. And I didn’t get it. The allure of pro-wrestling was a mystery to me.

So I began asking questions. Who’s that guy? What’s his deal? Is he a good guy or a bad guy? And I quickly learnt that a wrestler’s “deal” is called a “gimmick”, the good guys are called faces and the bad guys are called heels. KNOWLEDGE! And so I asked more and more questions in order to quench my thirst for knowledge. Turns out, the more I knew, the more I wanted to know.

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