Wine, Whine

Yesterday I attended a party at the Canadian Centre of Architecture. I met several of my classmates there. All of Montreal's youngest and beautifullest were out in force, enjoying the free wine and music. I found it quite remarakable that a crowd primarily composed of 20-25 year olds were given almost free rein over a cultural gem like the CCA, whilst being plyed with unlimited booze between 8 and 10pm. All in the name of art. Good heavens.

People in Montreal have struck me, to this point, as being extraordinarily polite, civilized, friendly and, well, mature. I can't imagine the aforementioned event being staged in Edmonton. Art shows happen in Edmonton. Sure. Booze is served. Sure. Sometimes for free. But the CCA had ADVERTISED free booze far and wide and literally hundreds of people showed up. And it did not turn into a shit show.

What is incredibly refreshing about Montreal is the relative lack of machismo among the male citizens of the city. I've realized that living in Edmonton has left me with the vestiges of the "fear culture" that holds sway there. Especially in more recent years, Edmontonians have become extraordinarily fearful and hostile towards one another. Encounters with strangers are strained, awkward affairs. People generally avoid casual encounters on the street. Men exude aggression as they swagger down Whyte Avenue on a sunny afternoon.

The vibe here is just so relaxed by comparison. Even homeless people seem integrated into the tolerant and pleasant life of the street. The other day, I saw a rather grimy homeless fellow sitting on a step on la rue Saint Denis. Along came a beautiful young blond woman and sat down next to him and struck up a conversation. As long as I've lived, I've never seen that sort of thing happen in any other city. My friends up on Mont Royal even invited a homeless person in to spend the night with them the other day. People simply don't have the fear of the homeless -- or any other kind of "other" -- in Montreal.

This is terrible to confess, but the more I fall in love with Montreal, the more I fall out of love with Edmonton (was I ever in love? No, I think I decided in the last post that I never was). I had sensed for years that people in big cities didn't have to behave in the fashion that I saw displayed around me. But sometimes I doubted myself. I thought, "I'm looking for a better way that simply doesn't exist."

But it does exist. In fact, I think Edmonton is the exception to the norm. I don't see the kind of routine nastiness that Edmontonians relish on display in towns such as, let's say, Vancouver.

What has happened in Edmonton? I just don't get it. Why have people fallen so in love with trucks, strip malls, ugliness, fighting, being stupid? Surely, in their private hearts, people don't enjoy this kind of life. Surely, the constant fear and the pressure to conform and be aggressive and macho and guarded takes its toll?

This weekend, my best friend leaves Edmonton. The numbers are ever-thinning.

I am fascinated to find out what Edmonton will be like in five to ten years. As much as I dislike the place, it's impossible for me to stop caring.