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Young, dumb… broke

Those of us in our 20s got dealt a bad hand this year. Or at least we got dealt a reality check where we were forced to understand that the economy is not our friend.

The talented caste

In Canada and the U.S. we have something called inheritance taxes, which can run as high as 50 per cent of the value of an estate.

A radical balloon

At a recent Squamish council meeting, a member of the community spoke out regarding the proposed Riverstones development across the street from his property.

Lust and the daily commute

From the moment I first saw her sitting in that parking lot in Burnaby, I knew I wanted her. With a fierce desire. Her sleek shape exuded both elegance and charisma.

Army of one

Sometimes I wish I learned karate, or some variation of the martial arts that would allow me to speak out in public without the fear of being made to scream uncle, kiss someone's shoe or whistle while my nurples are being purpled.

No inquiry is a criminal court

The death of Robert Dziekanski remains one of the great unresolved tragedies of our time.

Eating chips out of T. Rex’s head, and other ways to sell out

When the dinos go on sale, you know people will do anything for money. On June 1, at around 1 p.m., ancient dinosaur skulls with eye sockets the size of dinner plates joined the list of Big Bad Things You Can Buy.

The case for traditional media

Two weeks ago Pique staffers attended a conference put on by the Canadian Association of Journalists (CAJ). It was a sparsely-attended event by national standards, owing to the sad financial state that media find themselves in today.

Where are the carrots?

A lot of locals were disappointed two weeks ago when pay parking was introduced in the Telus Conference Centre underground, one of the last bastions of free parking in Whistler Village.

Where were you scammed? Don’t ask your bank

My debit card got skimmed this past weekend. Yours probably did too. I noticed it when I went to a Rexall in Whistler Village to buy a bottle of shampoo. My fast-receding hair doesn't naturally smell of roses so I need to wash the stuff.