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.

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

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

Your "right" to have access to pseudo-scientific, placebo and lobotomizing medical services is less vital than other people's right to medical autonomy and freedom from torture. —End psychiatric torture

This country needs a pipeline more than it needs a railway. So why the hell do we not have one? Justin Trudeau wake the hell up —Cold and in the dark

I lost my sanity somewhere today. Can you help me find it? I must have dropped it somewhere between leaving work and realizing (again) what a dipshit my ex-common-law-only husband is. Scamming women for money for months, telling them you need money for your kids, who your ex supports 100% on her own. Queue James Brown. This is a man's world. P.S. The 'It's Thursday at 10pm, let us convene to the bedroom for some flat-on-your-back sex' was boring and unfulfilling. Thank God I discovered my big toy Maverick. He knows what time it is. —#iwishpeniseswerentsogoodgoddamnallyourpenisesgoddamnyoutohell

You beeped and yelled 'try looking next time' at me as I crossed, in the flashing yellow pedestrian crossing in front of the hospital. Are you fucking serious? Sorry you needed to respect traffic laws, but you certainly felt no need to respect any kind of social decency. The button was pressed, the lights were flashing bud, I was doing nothing wrong. —Eff you