They think they're being smart, but there's always a tip off: They can't give you their cell phone numer because it's a "work phone". They won't tell you where they live or invite you over. Some guys will even give you a fake name. (Hint: Search by email address.) They want to come over and not go out on a public date. When you say, "No you can't come over, not on the first date," They try to hide you away somewhere private, like a walking trail in the woods, posing as some granola nature boy. All the while trying to get some booty in the bushes. After a little tinkering around online, I always find a wife or girlfriend and kids on a Facebook page. This has happened so many times, I cannot even count.

When I find out the secret life that these men have hidden away, I usually blast the guy and then just bow out quietly. But, I'm gettin greally sick of doing that, because who is that helping? These pigs just go out and do this shit again to their wifes and to other single women. After I called one guy out, he actually begged, "Please have mercy". (Okay there, Jessie from Full House). You did not deserve mercy for me when you lied to me and tried to use me as your own personal sperm receptacle.

Did you have mercy when you wasted my time emailing me back and forth and calling me on the phone for weeks, arranging bogus dates? Where is the mercy for the beautiful wife at home taking care of your kids while you're out running around wasting single women's time? The next motherfucker that steps to me and I find out he's married, I'm gonna have NO MERCY! I'm gonna fuck up your whole entire world.

Take this as a warning, philandering married dudes of Halifax. The next time one of you approaches me and lies to my face, I will be messaging your lovely wives directly to tell them all about your cheating and lies and forwarding them the proof.

Time's up, bitches! I will no longer stay silent, letting you scurry away unscathed. Doing that would be doing a disservice to women, to myself, and to the sisterhood. I deserve to meet a single man with integrity, not married scum. I am a woman, not your whore, and I am worthy of sincerity. So is your wife. Women shouldn't have to become Google detectives, constantly doing due diligence checks. Get control of your wayward phalluses—there are human beings attached to the vaginas you hunt.

My vagina is angry! I hope your wives divorce you, buries your ass in court and rides that alimony pony for the next 18 years. Like Zsa Zsa Gabour always said, "Ladies, don't get mad, get everything!" Hit em where it hurts: Their wallets. Pay the piper! Take heed motherfuckers and go buy some lotion.
—The Sisterhood

I went into a local hardware store to buy four feet of chain. The young employee who assisted me paused and asked me, “uh, how many inches are there in a foot?” WTF! Shocked and wide-mouthed, I figured he must have been pulling my chain…nope! (Well, sort of…) So, not to judge, I retained my composure and politely said, “um, 12 inches.” He then started to measure a 12-inch length on the 48-inch ruler attached to the the shelf! WTF round two! After recovering from my face palm, I said, “just pull it out to the 48-inch mark…no sense doing that four times!” WTF KID! You must be part of Generation F, because the future is clearly fucked! —G. Rant

Why do you bring up my birthday and my age every time I see you?  It isn’t just cruel  but also weird and just plain bad manners. Stop being such a passive-aggressive bully. —IB

Bar managers and staff, please learn how to properly pour beer into glassware for patrons. We have such a bustling craft beer community but your pour skills are failing to showcase the goodness of the beer. For example, NEVER bury the faucet in the beer glass. The faucet, beer and glass  should never touch one another in a pour. Why? It's unsanitary, creates issues with your pour system and affects the taste of the beer. Ahhhh, I could on and on...please stop your bad habits as it makes your customers (and profitability) go down the drain. —Eight Dollars For What?

So I was taking the bus home from work just the other day, a guy got on the bus. And you know when you know someone is gonna cause trouble? I knew. The entire ride he was loud, and brash, but so it goes. Until two ladies, who I believe were of south Asian heritage, hopped on the bus and sat across from him. And at that point, I knew. My headphones came off, and as expected, racial slurs left his mouth. I won't repeat them, because it's not necessary. 

I wish more than anything that I had the guts to stand up to this guy, but as a small, young female, I knew it could turn violent quickly, and that's not something that I am at all equipped for.  This all happened just behind the driver, who did absolutely nothing. At all. Thankfully, the guy got off at the next stop because he wanted away from the two women. As another passenger was getting off, he said something that I couldn't work out, about the guy. To which the driver responded “Yeah, well we're not supposed to let him on anyway but…” No. Do your job. Keep your passengers safe. —H

Halifax landlords—stop being slum lords! Every place I've lived in has had rats, utility issues or a bed bug problem. Ive paid my rent and have had all my included services cut. Dude it's not my fault you went bankrupt. Don't take it out on me by shutting off my power for over two weeks now...I'd literally be better off camping. —Cold/Hungry/Powerless Tenant

Because of those godawful changes to route 52 happening on August 20, I can never get to work anymore. Fuck the transit service in this fucking awful shit stain of a city. How the fuck am I going to earn my fucking paycheck now? Guess I have to give up on employment because Halifax Transit gives zero fucks about working class slobs like me. Seriously I would love to see the retarded fuckwit who thought cutting all services to Chain Lake Drive, Bayers Lake was a good idea. Fuck you, how am I going to get to work now, and how in the fuck am I going to get to Access Nova Scotia to get my ID renewed. Fuck this place. —Employment Ending 08/20/2018

Students heading home, just leave your trash, couches and other furniture anywhere you wish.  Do not worry, someone else will clean it up. It will be all nice and clean for your return in the fall. So much for eco-friendly youth…you friggin' slobs. —JOFA

Can someone explain to me why in the fuck fat people get so much goddamn flak from everyone at the gym? YES I know, I am a fat person (and, according to you dicks, don't deserve tolerance or respect in this world), but I'm already at the fucking gym, what more do you want? Everybody seems to be so concerned about my (and every other fat person's) well-being and impact on the health-care system (WTF, BTW), constantly telling us to “just get off the couch,” but then when we do that, you're still an asshole about it Super! 

I know how much you all hate fat people—I hear it every goddamn day.  But then I try to do something good and go to the gym and all I get is those idiotic point-and-laugh bros or the super original “don't break the machine…ahaha…” What is your fucking goal here? Cause if you're trying to rid the world of fat people, you're doing a horrible job.

I've given up on hoping that the world will accept fat people as regular humans, but PLEASE, at least let us try to do something good for our bodies, and stop being such asshats, people. —Angry Fat Person Trying To Be A (Less) Angry Thin Person

OK, Halifax—what is the deal with royally fucking over Argyle Street?! I’m not even referring to the odyssey that was the construction of the Nova Centre, or even the six-month long project during absolute peak business season, during the Canada150 and Tall Ships summer, of tearing up the road, save for a tiny ped-path that was supposed to ‘encourage pedestrians’ down the street to sad bars with no patios and even fewer customers. It’s now summer 2018, we’ve thrown our sacrificial goat into the fire and huzzah! The construction is more or less done ‘round our parts. We were promised a pedestrian street; we were promised a no-car zone. Why is it, then, since the end of construction, the newly cobblestoned street has served as nothing but a glorified parking lot? 

Summer is finally creeping in, patio season is in full swing and we watch day in and day out people park directly under no parking and tow away zone signs and walk away without a single worry because they have learned there is literally zero ticketing or towing happening. Further, delivery trucks who are supposed to use that zone for unloading are trying to park on the sidewalk side directly in front of our precious patios, discouraging many potential customers from wanting to enjoy the afternoon sun with their lunch.

The lack of responsibility taken by our city to lay down the parking law on the people who are taking clear advantage of such a lack of responsibility is directly impacting the same businesses the decisions of this city have been fucking over for years. Shame on each and every one of you who have put your own selfish needs to drive downtown and park as close as physically possible to your destination above the dignity of the businesses making up the backbone of Halifax’s food and beverage culture. Further, shame on the city for slacking off WAY too much and perpetuating this unspoken understanding among Halifax’s biggest assholes that Argyle is a free-parking zone. This isn’t Monopoly; there’s no such thing as free parking on this block. — Hoping All Rediscover Usual Meter Parking Habits