Fri, 12/19/2014 - 14:28 by Natasha Neale
The funny thing as a Canadian expatriate living in the United States is that you quickly discover that you’re 30-40% out of touch with American contemporary culture. That CanCon quota you so poisonously made fun of over Labatt products at your city’s local tavern before you emigrated has a way of burrowing into your brain; either shaping your youth as you’re mesmerized by the Log Driver’s Waltz, or getting your first weird erection to Heather Conkie. Such is the case for Brooklyn by-way-of Toronto’s Her Habits, AKA Joanie Wolkoff.