The person I report to at work has no idea what they're doing. If a decision or a project is in their hands, I don't trust it to get done. —Aiming to Thrive

What did it feel like, I cannot recall. But I remember it was good. It was untamed and dirty, spurring me into moments where my inhibitions squandered. A whore so penetrated by desire, sucking lust which fuelled a spirit unmatched before. That was what you did. But I emotionally sat alone, away and far apart from every moment I wanted to be around him, around her and them. You didn’t know I held a taste and smelled like them all, gallivanting down the streets as if I owned them. As if I deserved their pleasure smeared across my mouth, between my thighs and in my hair. Their shame was on display and they didn’t know. You thought I was just giving myself to you this whole time? Did you think i was just for you? As you whispered sweet nothings in my ear? How very foolish of you. I was never yours, you never mine and you can’t hurt me anymore because I’m gone. I hear nothing but the voice of my own now, reflecting on your inebriated self during nights filled with broken promises and booze. You were entertaining until you weren’t anymore. We’re all too fucking good. —A.C.U.

Huge shoutout to all the city bus drivers who think they don't need to stop at designated stops to pick up riders, your day will come within 10 years when all buses will be driven by computers!!!! —a rider who has seen way too many buses sail on by bus stops

...with a line up of white males. —#RealChangeNow


Not sure how many of you agree with me, but can I just point out that the food reviews in this paper are lackluster? Every paragraph is laid out in the same or similar pattern, like the author follows a CV template: Loosely describe venue, note how many people are in the restaurant, use poor imagery to describe components of the dish, end all paragraphs with a short sentence to make it stand out. Honestly, your review of I Love Pho made me cringe. Wiggly noodles? Smushy noodles? I don't know what you look for when you go for pho, but as someone who grew up eating pho at dingy holes-in-the-wall of a sprawling multicultural triad of cities, that is definitely not how I want my pho or most noodles for that matter. Also, for the Forbidden City article, how many times in a three-sentence paragraph can you describe the same dish with the word "spicy"? Oh, and you know what else is smushy? Shit. —tonguingwithfoodforever

Dear jogging group that stops to rest out front of a craft beer outlet on Agricola: I commend your efforts to live healthier. Now please move your large group of asses off the sidewalk and into the HUGE parking lot directly behind you. Non joggers would like to use the sidewalk to walk on despite it's appeal as a sweaty chat room. —Angricola

I'm on the 20 bus to downtown when a Muslim woman gets on the bus with her toddler in a stroller. (On a side note, no one in the front seats moved for her so she had to stand in the middle of the isle with her child). Behind me, a conversation goes on about how the woman's baby is “so cute.” The woman behind me says, “Yeah, she's cute until she gets to school and becomes a terrorist.” Oh Halifax, you're a city blinded by this illusion of diversity, tolerance and acceptance. How can it be that a child, no older than three-years-old, be subject to this xenophobic cruelty? Incidents like these are only the tip of the iceberg of systematic and oppressive processes that people of colour, like the Muslim woman and her daughter, experience on a daily basis. —Tired Of This Hate


Why are there people driving scooters (ie - Vespas) on the sidewalks? Don't they belong on the road? —#scooterfail

First of all, I'm not 300 lbs. I weigh a deuce and change. As long as this fat ass fits in a vacant bus seat, I'm gonna take it. You don't like it, go fucking stand. I took the seat between you and the scrawny dude eating his hickory sticks. I sure didn't like the smell of his chip breath, but I didn't sigh and scoff and fume. I kept my mouth shut. A lot of smokers ride the bus, if you don't like the smell, go buy a gas mask and fuck off. Or walk your skinny ass to werk! —Big Bertha

Here is a big fuck you to the three big banks that have decided for themselves that they no longer want money and business from legal businesses. I didn't realize that there was such a moral distinction when it comes to banking and lending practices. After hearing what those people in Sackville are going through, having their business loans called in and having their mortgage and personal accounts cancelled (well, given a whole 30 days to get their accounts cleaned). Absolutely unacceptable, and I for one will be moving my savings, mortgage, loans, CCs, etc... from your shitty bank, and I hope that anyone who will partake in legalized marijuana next year will let the banks know, by way of a massive boycott, that this kind of practice is not cool. With the billions of dollars that are to be made with a burgeoning marijuana industry in this country, I hope someone starts up a Marijuana Bank of Canada, and I'll be your fist pothead customer!! Get fucked "Big Money", YOU are the one who is not welcome here. Let's show them the door!! —Poprah