And the “Winners” are … the Worst of Vancouver, 2015
Welcome to the third annual Worst of Vancouver, where we pay tribute to the river of bullshit that flows through this burgh unimpeded by rational discourse, political structures, or social forces.
To those of you that participated in the survey, a heartfelt thank you. Your wit and humour are the canoe and paddle that greatly mitigate the unplesantries of my daily commute up Shit Creek.
As in previous years, there were 10 questions -a limit set automatically by the free version of Polldaddy.
As some questions generated heterogeneous answers, in these cases the -uh- winners were determined by the Anonymous Kangaroo Court of Inebriated Judges, hand-picked by yours truly. And a sorry lot they are.
And so, the results of the 2015 Worst of Vancouver Survey …
Crashes Involving Pedestrians, 2009-2013, Insurance Corporation of BC
Sometime in the early 1980s, I was cycling west on 12th Avenue. Where the road narrows up the hill to Fraser, the cars slow, and pass without hurry or horn. I wear no helmet.
In contrast, I recently witnessed the operator of a vehicle honking at a pedestrian with the right of way crossing Main at Terminal. The car sped past, an “I Heart Yoga” sticker on the bumper.
Therefore, given that we take our life in our hands every time we approach an intersection,
The make & model of car most likely to run you over. The winner, by a nose:
BMW (possibly an M5, possibly belonging to Bob Rennie)
- Audi (“Driven by Francesco Aquilini, with Brian Jackson riding shotgun and the Mayor tucked into a child seat”)
- Mercedes SUV
- Hummer, particularly the one “with the ‘Namaste’ bumper sticker”
“Some rustbucket of a taxi driven by some poor, over educated PhD from eastern Europe who fled war and famine to Canada only to be told that his credentials are worthless and he needs to eke out a living by indentured servitude in a rotten, corrupt system driving a condemned contraption of a Honda or something.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m going to get hit by a MAMIL (middle aged man in lycra) before a car these days. Then again, most MAMILS drive, too ….”
Patient Zero: “I’ve been hit as a pedestrian three times in Vancouver. Twice by a Subaru Wagon, once by a pedal bike.”
PS: On September 14, 2015, “Downtown Deer,” a young black-tailed buck that took up residence in and around Stanley Park the previous summer, was struck and killed by a vehicle on the Causeway. The make and model of the automobile responsible could not be ascertained from media reports.
Before the freakishly warm weather, and between oil spill-induced beach closures, the cliché par excellence of Vancouver’s experiential lifestyle suggested that you could “ski in the morning and sail in the afternoon.” Or some such nonsense, anyway.
“Vancouver, where you can __________ in the morning & __________ in the afternoon.”
The winner, by unanimous decision of the Kangaroo Court:
“Vancouver, where you can be renovicted in the morning & drive your oldest friend, who is moving somewhere cheaper, to the airport in the afternoon.”
Some of the many other contenders (NB: it’s fun to ‘mix and match’):
work your first job needed to pay your rent
|work your second job needed to buy food|
drink mediocre, overpriced ‘organic’ coffee
|drink mediocre, overpriced ‘craft’ beer|
walk your chihuahua
|be an asshole|
|get run over by a BMW|
be passed up by a B-Line
|be trapped in a sweaty, overcrowded Skytrain|
get stuck in traffic
|get stuck in traffic|
endure a soul crushing commute
|abuse controlled substances|
|smell rendered chicken|
watch your local cobbler close up business
|watch a “McCannabis” shop open|
walk around looking for housing
|still be looking for housing|
witness extreme poverty
|live in extreme poverty|
Rod Filbrandt, Tar Paper Town
There are many tower projects being erected in Metro Vancouver, casting long shadows both real and metaphorical. Which of these towers do you find the most egregious?
Survey says: the winner, by a substantial length of comb-over hair,
The Trump Tower, aka “The Chump” Tower
“Now that the dipshit is running for President, it’s even worse.”
- The Independent, by RIZE, at Broadway & Main
- The Boffo Tower, at Commercial & Venables, “[A] giant fuck-you-too to the core supporters of the Vision junta”
- “That shittastic mega block” on Main between 1st and Terminal
Comments & wiseholery:
“All of them”
“I find Vancouver house to be the most eyeroll inducing. Personally I’d be embarrassed to live in a giant wang, even more so if it was costing me a ridiculous amount of money.”
“Ian Gillespie/Westbank’s tower on the SW corner of Main and Keefer. It menaces Chinatown from a great height, like Godzilla, and has completely destroyed the human scale of the historic neighbourhood.”
“Bob Rennie’s Towering Erection”
The zombie apocalypse hits the Lower Mainland! Where’s ground zero?
The Kangaroo Court says:
McArthurGlen, aka “the ‘Designer Vomit Outlet’”
“Wherever Diner en Blanc is being held”
“Chip whatsisname’s house”
“A stalled and crowded SkyTrain. Though that’s also possibly a containment strategy as well.”
“Hipster & Main”
“How could you tell the difference?”
Speaking of zombies, which Vancouver neighbourhood best resembles a safety deposit box vault?
Survey says, by a healthy marginal return on investment:
The also rans:
- (Southeast) False Creek: “Overpriced boxes on an exorbitant lease schedule in an impenetrable concrete surrounding, overseen by bankers.”
- British Properties, aka “Asian Properties”
You’re stuck on a stalled & very crowded Skytrain for 60+ minutes. How do you kill the time?
“It’s Vancouver; time is already dead.”
Helpful suggestions for those less existentially focused:
“Espying on the neighbourhood below, I would count how many real estate signs are put up and taken down in that hour.”
“Use the lowest common denominator of shared hatred for Translink to get to know my fellow citizens.”
“Tweeting with the hashtag #Translinking.”
“Watch the self-involved taking selfies of themselves looking beautifully annoyed at being trapped on the Skytrain.”
“Masturbate while smoking weed. No, that’s at the office.”
“Probably Twitter, complaining as we always do, at least until the battery runs out. Then, the zombie apocalypse breaks out.”
“Scowl and breath loudly in a passive-aggressive manner.”
“Read a day old copy of metro that has footprints all over it.”
“Record people wigging the fuck out.”
“Filling out this survey?”
Bob Rennie: Man, god, or goat?
According to survey results, Bob Rennie is six parts goat, two parts man, and one part god.
Of the images produced by “Satyr + glasses” this one seemed to resonate with the “Worst Tower” wise ass commentary and those remarkable devil statutes that have been making the rounds.
Compass: myth or propaganda?
By a margin of two to one, those surveyed believe Compass to be propaganda over myth. I read this Compass being “tangentially associated with reality.”
And so it is. Right around the corner, on October 5th Compass rolls out. Two years overdo, 100% over-budget, for a glitchy system, produced by the Municipal Industrial Complex. What could possibly go awry?
Complete this sentence: “Vancouver ain’t got no ____________________.”
Self-depreciating sense of humor
Good guys at City Hall
Working class spirit
“People who are not white?”
“Vision election signs”
“A redevelopment sign”
“A rampaging T-Rex. Or, Bob Rennie. Come to think of it, have you ever seen them in the same room?”
“The 45 of my friends who have moved to Berlin or Toronto. Or Calgary. Or effing Saskatoon”
“Upper Class white people overdosing on Fentanyl”
“The 500 car2go’s parked on the road”
“Oil booms, an abandoned Coast Guard station, douchebags playing shitty amplified music, a medical marijuana shop, a coffee roaster, a Starbucks next door, and a craft brewery kiddicorner, and an ‘EntitledBaby Outlet Bazzar'”
And the winner: