Imagine Lileks, except really, REALLY pissed off (but not today)…
My pal Rick McGinnis writes:
Becoming the father to daughters means that you start finding glitter on your clothes, mermaid stickers on the bottom of your socks, and many more loads of pink laundry than you ever thought possible in a household unoccupied by drag queens or Playboy bunnies.
It also means ballet lessons, and annual trips to one or more productions of The Nutcracker, so I was more than eager to accept the offer of a pair of tickets to the National Ballet of Canada’s opening matinee after spending half a day interviewing a pair of young dancers for Metro.
Not long after, however, a publicist from the company sent me an e-mail inviting me to play a Cannon Doll in one of the performances – if I accepted, I’d be joining the ranks of Mats Sundin, Margaret Atwood, Kurt Browning, Rick Mercer and my friend Michael Coren.
Hard as it may be to believe, I don’t crave the spotlight, but then I remembered my ballet-mad 5-year-old daughter, Agnes, and realized that I was being handed an opportunity to give her an indelible memory…
