Vancouver-based Shannon Rupp is a contributing editor for The Tyee.
Stories by Shannon Rupp
Got an obsession? There’s bound to be a personal email missive for you.
When someone grumps the ‘true meaning’ is being lost, tell them about the holiday’s Pagan/industrial roots.
Don’t let fear of Trump feed a moral panic that justifies censorship.
These stressful times demand your small-town, screwball dramedy. Welcome back.
Tim Wu’s timely book explains a lot about today’s click-bait and fake news.
I know, woe is me. But with so many offerings, viewer etiquette has totally changed.
Fake news, and more reasons to ignore lobbyists pounding on your door.
Over-sharing is over, as signs indicate the ‘Age of Narcissism’ coming to a close.
At Vancouver’s Fringe fest, Jennifer Martin brings a long-secret story to the stage.
It’s the perfect cure for back-to-school nostalgia. No lumpy cafeteria food required.
As pressure mounts for bailouts, time to look at how bad traditional outlets have become.
Finally, a manual that’s devoid of the usual dubious digital-guru speak. And it’s not just for profs.
As a successful amateur practitioner, this I know: a book a day keeps the Prozac away.
Beloved boomer fare 'The West Wing' spawns re-watch podcast. So when's the Netflix reboot?
Digital ironies: are datascraping news outlets reading the data?
Beware the 'hope economy.' Flee if you hear 'do what you love.'
Now he wants your money to bail out his assault on journalism.
From ageism to ableism, few stereotypes left unbroken in this legal drama.
Should we trade ethics and human contact for machines that pretend to like us?
It's pick-and-pay journalism with a money-back-guarantee. But will the model devalue the product itself?
Watching US political ads, every appeal feels more surreal.
The real problem is people aren't buying what companies are selling.
In a disrupted industry, well-placed products pay artists. Audiences needn't suffer.
No V-Day plans? Spend quality time with these love lessons and confessions.
PR disasters prove consumers hunger for truth, not chocolate with beards.
May we suggest taking Sarah Koenig to the gym? Or, declutter with BBC blockbusters.
Journo-owned media shop Blacklock's Reporter battled a breach of their paywall, and won.
December already? Pass the dark humour and pagan history, please.
Call it news from the niches. Binge listeners welcome.
Snitch lines. Brothel tales. It's not easy sifting news from satire.
Indie shows revisit hoaxes, rebellions and socialites through the centuries.
A needed antidote in the age of #peegate, the show opens tonight in Vancouver.
Tyee's recommended listening considers crime, love and pop mega-hit masochism.
Vivian Smith's book a window into glass ceiling of Canadian newsrooms.
Join the headphones-on-transit revolution with these heavyweight shows.
Millions of listeners, investigative scores and cash flow make this model a winner.
Biting satire from 'The Bachelor' alumna? I didn't believe it either.
'Victims' so obnoxious they draw social media wrath? They've earned their hell.
What else but social anxiety can explain this spike in TV brutality?
Banning comfy shoes at film festival is a bid to exclude women from the workplace.
Anyone sucked into the farce of online vanity vending can sympathize.
Our crystal ball predicts the moody ad man ends his days in swank retirement, tweeting bon mots.
And our love of strict manuals on life a la Parisienne says a lot about us.
When pranksters trick snooty art lovers, it's pure schadenfreude.
Here's one: experts are publicly shaming anti-vaxxers.
Still, even the sketchiest romance experiment can be revealing.
Media critic Jesse Brown is making waves -- and a few enemies -- in journalism circles.
Or, to quote Elvis Costello: 'I used to be disgusted, now I try to be amused.'
From Serial to UK radio dramas, the Internet has plenty to amuse us until spring.
And why pretty much everyone who covers the hoary ol' tune fails miserably.
Sketchy characters suffer few consequences if they can demonstrate holiday panache.
'Hunger Games' teen heroine is fiercely independent -- to the point of subversion.
The truth is in the details -- but you have to listen hard.
If you want to follow the plot of your favourite mystery, read the print version.
To call it addictive is an understatement. But should I be this entertained?
Have tech whizzes forgotten people who love to make, and give, playlists?
One self-promoting author reminds us of the thin line between crazy and crazy genius.
Comedian John Oliver's right about our self-destructing press. Here's what to do about it.
And more strange tales from today's blurry frontiers of arts coverage.
Set in the retro floppy disk early 1980s, 'Halt and Catch Fire' is brilliant TV.
June is the perfect time to savour this likable kitchen companion.
Save those dwindling taxpayer dimes for a medium that matters.
Liven up your lexicon with slang that truly reflects the way we live now.
I have a theory. And a list of great ones to watch as solace.
Without fearless, trustworthy arts reviewers, we're left to waste the night away.
Done with nuance, what Mamet's notorious sexual harassment play tells us today.
CBC doc on how poverty affects young brains may turn you into an early education evangelist, too.
Can't stomach what passes for 'news' these days? Wake up with a short story instead.
Plagued by rising singledom, Cupid's Day retailers look to woo a different crowd.
Woody Allen's latest work, per usual, is full of clues to who he really is.
Glutenous villain no more, the lowly slab gets a makeover.
By the same person who told you I hate 'Breaking Bad.' Hey, sometimes drek delights.
Society made him that way. Look what the churches, the Victorians and corporations did to a fun little pagan winter fest.
Christianity is free to borrow the Winter Solstice, but don't forget who lent it to you.
UBC business school teaches leadership, or so it's promoted. Might be nice if they showed some.
Next time some website asks you to work without pay, summon your inner-artisan.
Only if we let those old-fashioned Gilmour guys ignore Canadian writers.
Sparkly rocks remind us of a time when women were property.
I can only stand so much evil mixed with bad decor and call it entertainment.
A recap of August stories made better by the chatter of the mob.
With seemingly healthy foods suddenly verboten, I have to wonder: Is bacon my new best friend?
And who better to marry quality media with online malls than new WaPo owner, Amazon's Bezos?
Reaction to Calgary editorial writer's anti-harm reduction rant proves news still works in this country.
A theory that could help newspapers win their most lucrative ad audience back.
Unsolicited advice for those entering the brave new world of work, or worse, journalism.
Can you spot the 'scoops' that a PMO flack provided to journalists?
Don't confuse crass with class. Putting money over manners is a sign of the times.
Websites like Gawker are today's news-breakers. Here's how to stay on top of the online info flux.
You know the economy's bad when pop culture gets keen on the uber-rich.
A playwright and a critic debate whether tweeting during shows signals the apocalypse.
Witness HBO honcho's pleased reaction to illegal downloads of 'Game of Thrones'.
Boomers going out the way they grew up: the Me Generation.
Graduates take note: Have you considered becoming a shill?
The great hope for preserving newspapers online may just be slowing the inevitable.
That dirty host! All those side boobs! And so much false outrage!
Or how not to be suckered by today's heavily marketed 'masculinity crisis.'
The elephant in the theatre is this: films aren't even worth pirating these days.
Vlog, don't jog! Plus, more highly watchable series on screens this season.
And is it fair for the public broadcaster to peddle satire in a post-humorous world?
I once saw it as ballet's answer to fruitcake. But this year, something cracked. Do you agree?
Chilliwack school board's decision whether to axe Gideon bible giveaway raises an interesting funding opportunity.
New 'Blacklock's Reporter' vows to cover the Hill in all its dry glory, with no 'jib-jab.'
Two juicy, retrospective reads that boost the much-neglected field of arts writing.
A lot of great, nearly free lit out there, but big publishers won't tell you.
In Vancouver, who but vigilante citizens will keep rogue bikers off pedestrian footpaths?
Globe and Mail's reaction to claims a columnist plagiarized unveils a world of journalism taboos.
Kiddie pole dance as sport? Lap dance as art? Assessing recent claims of the bump-and-grind industry.
The former Globe star writer's self-published depression memoir is a hot seller, and she's having a blast teaching young journos.
After 'Proud' play satirizing Harper government was nixed in Toronto, nine cities hold readings. This Sunday in Vancouver.
Otherwise known as Aaron Sorkin's diaries. The pursuit of truth never seemed so unreal.
Toshiba.ca advertisement marks the return of retro sexism. Why do we tolerate it?
Graduates take heart. Social media marketers will pay you for your authenticity.
At Vancouver's Wellness Show, a doctor's pitch for intuitive healing leaves me feeling queasy.
Social media made free labour of us all, and now grocers are catching on. I quit.
January is the frugal month. Here's how I'm getting by.
Winners must have done something so ridiculous it's redundant to mock them. Your nominees?
Consider the high price of getting 60 channels of drivel. Consider the fast growing options.
Business prof Joel Waldfogel taught me why exchanging presents just doesn't make sense.
Listen to what some funny people are unwrapping for Christmas: themselves.
Latest innovations by news corporations out to make more cash by doing less journalism.
Help! CBC's national book vote has created a legion of writer cyber-shills!
Everyone says I need a cell phone. And so I don't want one.
And then why am I compelled to post my foodtography online? Weirdly, I'm not alone.
Notable women writers reflect on 'doing old' well. Book launch this Wednesday!
On behalf of the Lesser of Evils Party, may I suggest you tell your supporters to just plain vote against Stephen Harper?
ShitHarperDid.com is zooming, and catchy tune 'Steve, It's Time to Leave' is catching on.
The medium's potential to confront the privileged and powerful is perfect for election time. Tweet 'em good.
The fearless writer, at UBC tonight, says feminists should take on the major monotheist religions.
Reporters are repeaters, content is king, and Oprah is a journalist.
Draper's into kink. Sterling's flogging a memoir. The show seduces through pure marketing genius (just in time for Christmas!)
He published his own novel, made a podcast, and got famous. Funny thing, he wouldn't advise you try it.
Social media makes us all characters in our own public productions. It's literature on the hoof!
Vancouver School Board chair's tart-tongued defence fits fresh trend: politicians sticking up for the public interest.
The Mothercorp, wanting to blend TV and radio news reporting, imposed something called 'The Hub' and asked how staff liked it. Hubbub ensued.
'Best Before,' a show in the Cultural Olympiad, lets its audience of role playing gamers write the ending, and it's a scary one.
To slick peddlers of 'power of positive thinking' pap, Barbara Ehrenreich says bleh.
Depending on how you define the term, two perfect presents.
Welcome to a new age of amateur scientists and quack healers. Thanks media!
A study out of Amsterdam suggests sexual longing promotes logical thinking. Hmmmm.
A lot of fame that deserves to be fleeting, isn't. Stanford brains figured out why.
Twittering is just frittering as we amuse ourselves to death.
People who fall in love with online avatars. Maybe not so weird.
Out of my way, kid. Gimme that normalized degrading sexual imagery.
Adults are taught to be skeptical. But the subconscious is like a toddler.
It's not a recession, so much as a style. Here's how to get with it.
The web now allows us to bypass the studios. At last, artists will run the shows.
Harvard researchers: Blame stock market meltdown on too much testosterone.
Does smashing someone's cellphone strike a blow for civility?
Canada's athletes inspire. Too bad our politicians and media lack mettle.
Persons of pink mocking themselves is hot, and two Canadians are cashing in.
Insulting women is sport. Should I file our rights complaint?
From soap ads to elections, looking good is way overrated.
My EPIC journey into the new eco-marketing.
Ever lied about your reading prowess just for sex? Many, it seems, have.
Earth Hour could have been sold so much better.
'Cashmere Mafia' makes it official. ABC is worst of sexist US TV.
Female, over 30 and overstressed? Virtue is just a podcast away.
A born-blonde reflects on 'The Blonde Mystique.'
Secrets of TV heroines who corral female fans.
Newspapers give up on the news thing.
Tour de Blintz gives fresh meaning to the food cycle.
How current food greenwashing feeds profits not preservation.
'Tradition' merely parts fools from their money.
Cures: puppy Prozac, psychics or leashes.
When did decorating a tight space become 'therapy'?
Why people are vamping it up again, a century after 'Dracula.'
Conservatives have picked the wrong anti-hero.
Who really won? George W., dresses and lesbians, among others.
Complex case asked: What's discrimination?
How news people can win trust. An immodest proposal.
If suffering is the road to redemption, yoga is the autobahn.
Best o' the new realities.
Wildest Tyee of 2006 #4: Richmond firefighters must wear boxers? We can do better.
War on Christmas? Where do I enlist?
This competition is about creativity, not consumption. Game On.
It is if you read the news, and 2000 years, a certain way.
‘Diplomacy’ from Vancouver’s hot political theatre scene.
Richmond firefighters must wear boxers? We can do better.
In search of recycled heaven.
Briefly dumped after column critical of tourism industry.
Why is UBC promoting New Age pseudoscience?
And why they still struggle to get it right.
Cult of the Bump begets Shiloh.
Does the box really make teens fat, stupid and hot for sex?
Soapy shows revive the joy of musical discovery.
The point at which sex and housekeeping collide.
Product placement taken to a new literary level.
Yep, it's raging. But who are the real enemies?
Slap the monkey? Slap the editor!
Women who love gay men, for some good reasons.
For TV, a college lets the creepy rocker ogle frosh and debase higher learning.
'Brat Camp' turns child abuse into tele-tainment.
We're told she's a 'blonde bombshell heartbreaking attractive dipstick whore.' Nothing gender specific, of course.
Competition Bureau says move increases advertising competition — its only concern.
The profusion of throwaway transit papers in Toronto created disposal difficulties.
Despite evidence that up-market content also pays, it's daily transit freebies that are sweeping North America.
Despite evidence that up-market content also pays, it's daily transit freebies that are sweeping North America.
Rival transit papers rush to fill an internationally explosive market niche.
Women can’t resist a ‘good booking’ man, claims Penguin. I’m hot just thinking about it.
First she'll perfect the art of the cell. Then...?
Fabulists abound, and a new study says Canadians don't trust the news. Yet the media's current crisis is business as usual.
The election math indicates one almost certain outcome: the savvy left-winger from Quebec will hold real power.
Certainly not the drivel 'targeted' at us. And if you think female editors would do better, think again.
Low-slung trousers are hot, but I see a bad moon rising.
Society made him that way. Look what the Churches, the Victorians and corporations did to a fun little pagan winter fest.
Mattel will bend any old story to bore into girls' minds, even if it means sticking a unicorn in Swan Lake. OK, but why stop there?