The after-party for Men, Women and Children, sponsored by Las Vegas (yes, the city itself), proved an interesting one—not only because of the stars inside, but also because of the slice of life we got to witness while walking west along Adelaide toward Montecito in the Entertainment District on Saturday night. It’s easy to forget that the city still exists during TIFF, so watching club kids angle to get into bars was a fun excursion down memory lane. (The most salient takeaway: Tinder has most certainly not killed the dating scene in this city.) But back to the party! Outside, fans waited anxiously for teen star Ansel Elgort to appear. Inside, Jennifer Garner chatted animatedly to friends (she seemed like she’d be a great dinner companion—leaning in for conversation, laughing at jokes and sipping on a glass of red). Kevin Costner, who was not involved with the film, popped by after the Black and White party at West Bar and held court in another part of the huge space, co-owned by director Jason Reitman’s dad Ivan. Though Adam Sandler ended his night early, bidding “Shabbat Shalom!” to his waiting fans, the party kept on going; just as we were leaving, Paul Haggis and Madeleine Stowe jumped out of an SUV and sailed into the bash.
Adam Sandler and Jennifer Garner fête the debut of Men, Women & Children at Montecito on Adelaide West
Considering that most of his early comedies are about blubbering, barely coherent man-children flailing to redeem themselves and prove to the world that they’re something other than amusingly inept, maybe it’s no surprise that Men, Women & Children star Adam Sandler has been following Rob Ford. On last evening’s red carpet for the film—which is about parents and teens dealing with the wild world of modern technology—Sandler apparently told the Sun’s Jenny Yuen that he wishes the mayor luck in next month’s election, and hopes “everything gets better” in Ford’s life. (That said, he refused an offer of a free Rob Ford bobblehead. But in all fairness, what’s he supposed to do with it all night?) Sandler was on the rug at the Ryerson Theatre alongside men, women and children such as Men, Women & Children director/co-writer/prince of Canada Jason Reitman (his dad, Ivan Reitman, was also there, in case you forgot they’re related) and co-stars Jennifer Garner, Rosemarie DeWitt, Kaitlyn Dever and Ansel Elgort. Even Bill Murray showed up! Though showing up to places where he’s not expected has kind of become Bill Murray’s “thing.” He’s like Hollywood’s Polkaroo.
Guys can be tough to shop for on Valentine’s Day: they don’t tend to gush over romantic gestures and sappy cards, and there’s no failsafe backup like flowers and candy. This is why we scoured Toronto’s retail scene for gifts that guys will actually love. From playful tokens of friendship to ultra-extravagant splurges, here are 15 gift ideas for every romantic scenario.
Sells: Grooming products for men, including skin and hair care, fragrances, shaving accessories, manicure kits and toothpaste
Contact info: 412 Danforth Ave., 1-800-833-1055, menessentials.ca
Hours: Su, Tu–W 10–6, Th–F 10–9, Sa 10–7
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A new grooming boutique has landed in the east end to serve guys frustrated by Toronto’s dearth of sophisticated male primping spots (the Men’s Zone at Shoppers Drug Mart not included). MenEssentials is a 1,000-square-foot man cave lined with a bewildering array of creams, fragrances, serums and shaving accessories. Products range from bar soap and replacement razor blades for under $5, all the way up to a Dovo straight razor with fossilized mammoth ivory handles for $800—which is already sold out.
Lululemon has had a tumultuous year. The stretchy-pant mega-corp issued a massive recall of its signature pants (they were too see-through) in March, its stock has suffered a double-digit drop and CEO Christine Day resigned earlier this week. But the Vancouver company has a plan for getting its groove (pant) back: it’s opening mens-only stores by 2016 in a bid to make inroads in the lucrative male sport-wear market. The brand already has a small following among male yogis and, apparently, NHL players, who are secretly enamored with their undies.
In my earliest memory, I am four and it’s bath time. I see my brother’s penis and turn to my mother to ask where mine is. She laughs the question off as normal kid stuff. But I am legitimately confused, and in that bathtub, I realize for the first time that my body and my mind are not aligned.
I grew up in a tiny village in Portugal where men were men and women were women, in the traditional sense. If I tried to play farmer with the boys, I was told to play dolls with the girls. My name was Lilia and physically I was female, but every time someone called me a “she” I felt like they were looking through me. I was granted respite a few times each year on village festival days when the streets teemed with families and I was allowed to run freely. Once, wearing my most androgynous clothes, I approached a little girl, and with one look she took me for a boy. We played as boy and girl the entire day; at one point I even stood facing a wall pretending to pee. It was the first time I’d ever experienced “passing,” and it was like every Christmas wish I’d ever made was granted to me in a single instant.
When I became a father, I decided it was time to make the long-delayed leap into adulthood. The best way to be a grown-up, I reckoned, was to look like one
One night four years ago, I was rocking my infant son to sleep and he looked at me with that soul-searching gaze all babies have. I could almost hear him saying, “So, you’re going to teach me how to be a man.” In that moment it dawned on me that I didn’t really know what it meant to be a man.’
Like many men of my generation, I’d lived an extended adolescence. Even as an adult, I bought all the toy robots I wanted and watched The Matrix on loop. I neither learned nor cared to learn the so-called manly skills of past generations: how to fix things around the house, how to polish my shoes, how to change the oil in my car. As a result, I entered many situations as a boy instead of a man, fumbling my way through.
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My bridesmaids planned my bachelorette party but didn’t invite one of my close friends because he’s a guy. Instead, he’s supposed to go to my fiancé’s bachelor party, which will involve a trip to the Brass Rail strip club. He’s gay and has no interest in boobs; plus, I’d really like him to be part of my night. I explained this to my bridesmaids but they gave me the old “no boys allowed” spiel and breezed over the issue. It feels sexist to exclude him. Should I call them on it?
—Gender Defender, Yonge and St. Clair
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Mantry, the “Modern Man’s Pantry,” is a new mail-order service from co-founders Reggie Milligan and Kyle Zien which aims to tame the big bad world of food selection. The premise is simple: “cut through the crap and deliver straight goods.” For less than $50 a month, subscribers receive a basket of “guy-specific greatness”—in other words, food and drinks designed to reflect the sensibilities of the modern man (which, apparently, are a combination of the exotic, the rare and the functional). “Between work, women and weekends, guys don’t have a lot of time to focus on food,” said Zien in a release, “so we hope to step up and not waste their valuable time and money with things that suck.” Mantry doesn’t claim to up your dating game, but as the website explains, “babes recognize a man with taste,” and offering your date a cup of premium Oaxacan Hot Chocolate or showing off your collection of Norwegian Reindeer jerky “shows her you’re not some hack who only orders in.” Duly noted.
A his-and-hers medicine cabinet loaded for the kind of people who need more than Ivory and Crest to get through life
Toronto has the dubious honour of being the sugar daddy capital of Canada, according to a dating website that specializes in pairing rich (and, often, egocentric or deluded) men with beautiful (and, often, cash-strapped or mercenary) women. Using data from its users, SeekingArrangement.com found that Toronto has an average of two “daddies” (ugh) per thousand adult men, compared to one in Montreal and one and a half in Vancouver. The Torontonians have an average yearly income of about $253,000 and net worth of $5.4 million, and 40 per cent of them are married. But the most bewildering statistic is that they, on average, give their “sugar babies” (UGH!) a monthly budget of $4,027—just remember, ladies, money can’t buy you class.
I’m among the first generation to come of age on the Internet. By 13, I was an expert at chat room sex, spotting cyber-pervs and hiding my secret life from my parents
In 1997, when I was in Grade 6, my friends and I sat at the back of the classroom and talked about sex. We would speculate on what it felt like and place bets on how old we’d be when we finally lost our virginity. We would make fun of the way orgasms sounded in movies and imagine what celebrities’ sex lives involved. Later, at home, we’d reconvene on ICQ, one of the Internet’s first major instant messaging systems, which allowed us to have conversations we wouldn’t want our parents overhearing. That was what the Internet was to us: pretty much what a tree house would have been a few years earlier. Read the rest of this entry »
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By Fraser Abe, Karolyne Ellacott, Kevin Naulls and Mark Teo | Photography by Carlo Mendoza
The modern man is more complicated than the slipper-wearing, pipe-smoking, paper-reading image of yesteryear. This year’s gift guide reflects a different breed: instead of slippers, consider a pair of ultra-comfy cashmere socks from Harry Rosen, and while pipes are passé, a Siglo humidor will keep his cigars in pristine condition. But if you feel like embracing the stereotype for a moment, fear not—we still have a bottle-opening wrench for cracking a few brews before the big game. Read the rest of this entry »
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We were somewhat miffed when we found out that J.Crew wouldn’t be stocking their menswear just yet, but when one door closes, another one opens, and today we found out that Toronto fellas will have access to Canada’s first Ben Sherman location sometime this fall. We’ve heard whispers it could be open by September 2011, with Ben Sherman opening at 734 Queen St. W. (formerly streetwear shop Stolen Riches). We thought the news might cheer up those boys still weeping over Toronto’s continuing shortage of chinos, cashmere-blend Henleys and chambray shirts.