Heated Rivalry

(I started writing this post yesterday.)

Happy International Women’s Day!

A lifetime of suffering, one day of celebration!

-Alexa

Once again, I empowered women by enriching their knowledge of bikes and letting them in on the secret that men generally overstate their bike maintenance know-how. Truly, I have yet to meet a non-bike mechanic whose skills match their claims. I’ve definitely been “well, ackshually’d” by these men the few times I’ve tried to give empirical advice.

Fine. Enjoy your garbage bike, you smug man.

As soon as I got home from the three-hour repair clinic, I scrubbed the grime from my fingernails, eager for a more ladylike diversion. My order of yarn from Denmark arrived while I was in Vancouver and passed through customs without incurring any duty fees.

There was only one thing stopping me from starting on my army of Koroks: this blog post. I can’t keep Zoée waiting for my recap of my extra-queer, birthday-flavoured trip to Vancouver.

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I’ve had some luck with solutions presenting themselves after I’ve complained about something on my blog.

Case in point:

There will be no DIY calendar this year. My 2026 Aurora Borealis calendar ensures I can focus on steaming my hams to perfection.

My first road run in Victoria was a success and didn’t result in a route that resembled a white power symbol. Despite that, I’ve chosen to keep my runs private on Strava for now. I’d rather be sure it’s an activity I can commit to doing with some semblance of regularity. Love me for my mind, not my ridiculous lactate threshold.

In the same vein, I wasn’t about to declare myself a fan of Heated Rivalry after the first episode.

(It is about to get hot in here.)

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I will never listen to your voicemail.

Icy hot.