maaaawwww... poor fella! This is how HRM unions feels every time negotiations take place. How's it feel, without a reach around Sir! —How's Karma treatin ya?

To the baristas, you guys are seriously the worst in the city. I have never had a single drink made by you people that did not taste like absolute undrinkable shit. Seriously, if there was a give-no-fucks olympics you would win, so congratulations I suppose. —Dalhousie Goer

It actually drive me WILD when we’re about to arrive at a terminal (example: Lacewood, Bridge, Mumford, et cetera) and someone pulls the cord. THEY HAVE TO STOP! You don't need to pull the cord. ALSO, when people play music on the bus through their phone, or even speakers. Sorry, no one wants to hear your gangster rap. Next time I'm on the bus I'm going to come right back at them with some S Club 7 or some Biebs! If you're reading this and you're the type of person who does this...YOU'VE BEEN FAIR WARNED! —Aggravated Bus Rider

Dear Some Guy on my Facebook: As a woman, I found your Women's Day “equality” post extremely offensive. This is a day where we should be sensitive to the kinds of things we write publicly, since women are killed every day by gender violence, caused by the sexism that is still well and alive in your post. When you start off your post on “equality” about how you’re “not really sure” why we “even need a Women's Day,” I am here to inform you that in fact, YOU are the reason we “even need a Women's Day.”

It is guys like you, who take March 8 as an opportunity to get up on their Facebook podiums and start preaching about equality to gain likes and ego-boosting kudos from friends and family, who also do not understand sexism BEYOND the vague notion they have of it and clearly do not give any thought to the entire rest of the year. You probably didn’t spend an ounce of time learning about sexism today, but still thoroughly enjoyed the praise you received from your sexist post. Your obvious lack of awareness about your own internalized sexism is why, instead of taking the time you took to write your post, you should have just went to the library and picked up a feminist or women's issues book for March 8. That would really help us a lot.

Your attempt to “smooth things over with a joke” at the end of your post is another testimony to why we “even need a Women's Day.” Quoting your outro: “...And yes. Your ass looks more then fine. #womensday.” Quick lesson on sexism: it’s not just the fact that you are objectifying us into single body parts, or even the fact that you assumed we wanted or needed your approval on how our body looks, or that you even assumed that you would be the one to give that approval, or that you even assumed by having what YOU deem as a “nice ass” would make us feel “empowered.”

Sexism pervades women’s every day lives and it becomes harder to notice when we are not educated, and therefore, it becomes impossible to stop. Fuck, fuck the Facebook likes. Fuck what people think about you. Go educate yourself. —Signed, a Pissed-Off Feminist and Regular Girl Who’s Just Tired of This Shit

I mentioned to someone that I had the hood for my winter coat sized down so I could see when walking around in wind and stormy weather. This did cost me a bit more that something and, as a senior on a fixed income, it was a choice I made re spending some money. Lo & behold, I went to a house party and - wish I could remember who you are as you are the only one I told - the hood on my coat was switched! Now, you know your hood had been washed and dried and the fringe was all ratty; you also know that YOU had to move the buttons for the hood to fit. How about exchanging hoods anonymously via my roommate - no questions asked - so I can see in the storms and enjoy my hood again instead of being upset with you - whoever you are.... my memory remembers the conversation and not the face. —Peace Lover

When I was young, it seemed that driving was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the cars on the road, well they'd be driving so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then something happened today to teach me how to be cynical,
whymsical, irresponsible, crackable.

There are times when a driver stops for me,
They hold back ten or thirtee
For such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me why you've learned
To me, it sounds absurd
that the needs of one out weighs the herd
won't you tell me who I am......
—Super Tramp

they're so easy to offend, all you have to do is mention women's rights, consent, LGBTQA... etc... Even if you mention an uncomfortable experience you had with or near a man. Tell me about your life bb —you think its about you, so it probably is about you

ECT is forced and coerced on to people. Regardless of whether or not your placebo or brain damage makes you feel better, you're supporting and advocating tools ECT and an industry PSYCHIATRY that UNLAWFULLY forces chemical and electrical treatments on human beings. If ECT made you "better" i challenge you to ask yourself; Does it feel good to support or even worse actively advocate something that violates and damages so many people? Is there an alternative? (I know there is). I found my happiness in helping others. My work with civil rights and freeing 'un needs met' people from psychiatric torture, makes me feel good, it adds meaning and clarity. I think you could try helping people with severe physical and cognitive impairment. Perhaps then you will appreciate your life. Disclaimer; There's always exceptions and though the majority have been deceived in to believing mental health and biological psychiatry propaganda, there's of course people with severe and evident impairments that aside from again, rare exceptions, are diagnosable biologically. The FACT that psychiatry uses CLINICAL "evidence" to remove a person's medical and spiritual autonomy, should highlight to any "sane" person, the disgraceful pseudo-scientific BUSINESS of Kontrol that psychiatry really is. You want to stop the "stigma"? That aside from the usual bullies, is really just a reverse psychiatry tactic to silence the survivor movement and play victim. A corporate victim. Then stop forced treatment immediately! If one well person, misdiagnosed is subsequently given powerful psychiatric drugs that they don't need and can and does cause suicidal ideation and infertility, isn't that one too many? Are you willing to sacrifice me for your own happiness even though I smile at everyone I see and act with love wherever I can? —D.C.

I have never been in a major multiplex movie theatre that has as much problem with sound bleeding between cinemas as Park Lane. Since Park Lane makes up probably 3/4 of all my moviegoing, that means a lot of semi-ruined movies. If you're watching a quiet, talky movie (or something that's supposed to be moody and suspenseful), there's a good chance the experience will be effed up by the BLAM BLAM BLAM! RUMMMMMMBLLLEEEE BOOM of some action movie in the cinema next door. (Like, I probably would have found The Witch a lot scarier and more suspenseful if the KABLAMBOOMMMMMM of Deadpool showing next door hadn't been audible throughout the whole damn thing.) Movies are better on the big screen, when the theatre is doing its best to project them properly. Step up your game, Park Lane! Install some more soundproofing! Additional bitch: Out-of-focus and/or dim projection. I know modern digital projection means most of the films are turned on and left untended, but check on them once in a while, eh? It sucks ass to pay $11.99 plus exorbitant concession prices, and then have to watch a movie that looks like a bootleg stream on a power-saving laptop. —Only Wanna Hear One Movie at a Time

To the out-of-province "fans" who brought those asinine horns to the first women's basketball playoff game at the Scotiabank Centre on the 5th: you blasted them in a cacophonous chorus every time our Halifax team attempted to dunk the ball, succeeding in distracting them and putting them off their game (and irritating the hell out of audience members too). Your dirty tactics stank. But in the second half of the game, when the teams switched ends and they got as far away from you as possible, our girls hit their stride and won handily over you with a 20+ point lead.  As you "fans" realized you would never catch up, you stopped cheering your own team. When one of your girls dunked two free points (on some kind of foul), you didn't even applaud her! You sat slumped in your seats pouting and ignored your own hardworking team. When you get back to your own province, research and meditate on the meaning of mature, true sportsmanship. Maybe you'll have grasped it by this time next year—not that it'll do you any good: our home team girls will still kick your RED arses out of the court. —Varsity Basketball Fan