Wow, I just read a "bitch" which called out Hipsters for using the word "curated" in place of the word "collected." It was a long winded slice of poop which ended by calling out hipsters as "pretentious fucks." Wow. I am in no way a hipster, I'm actually just a rock n' roller from CB. But, in defense of our Hipster community, I gotta inform the author of this bitch that your write up and ultimate defining of the words "curated," "curate" and "curator" was probably one of the most pretentious tsunamis of bullshit I've ever read in my life. Honestly, who gives a fuck about how people talk you asshole? Why is it your job to point this sort of thing out? WHO GIVES A SHIT!!? .....YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCK!!! All my love, —D. GreenlunG

To the man who HURLED himself into me as I waited quietly in the Barrington Superstore checkout line: I realize that you had no way of knowing I am still recovering from a devastating concussion that cost me more than a year of my life, and your assault set me back weeks. But, really? You don't even stop to apologize as you continue your frantic run to the ice cream aisle? —Concussed

Dear Bus Driver. I know you're on a schedule and all that but fer cripes sake....can you wait just a second until my ass is seated? I'm a lot older than I used to be and I move a little slower, so sometimes getting to that lone empty seat at the back of the bus takes me a second or two longer than it used to...but then you decide to mash the pedal to the floor and I end up grabbing bars or seat backs or other riders, just to keep my face off the floor! I've seen it happen to other folks a lot older than me...and to people with infants...in or out of strollers...and people trying to carry a half dozen grocery bags. I know sometimes your bus is so packed that we have to stand but at least I'm ready for that....when you decide to take off before I'm seated and I'm not aware....well, my friend, that's bordering on dangerous.... —Upright...for now

Yo, students! I know you're new in town and full of wonder and new friendships. Just try to remember there's a whole city of full-time residents, and we use the sidewalks to, like, get places we go. Not walking three- to five- abreast really helps us do that, especially if we are headed in a different direction than you. It's not like we're zoo animals for you to watch; we live here. Make some room on the sidewalk, will ya? Please and thanks! —Laura

So I'm walking down the sidewalk with my 15 year old daughter, who uses a wheelchair most times because of a disability she was born with...but, she can walk limited distances and enjoys doing so when she can. You and your friends are walking up the same sidewalk and when you approach us, you decide to say some not very nice things about my daughter's appearance to your friends, loud enough for her to hear. You break out in laughter, she breaks out in tears. Congratulations, dicksnot....you succeeded in making her cry....I would have shown you my gratitude then but 6 of you and 1 of me does not add up to fair. My mother raised fat kids, not stupid one's. So, if by chance you happen to read this and you want to meet....alone.....I can arrange a demonstration for you, so you can appreciate what it's like to try and walk with a disability. —Grow a pair...

I have never encountered a woman as bitter as you. Though I've done things to anger you I can also say, looking at the miserable dark limits of your personality, that, when I consider you today, I actually feel quite sorry for you... even the so-called 'love' you have in your so-called life doesn't even dent the bitterness to which you so desperately cling and use to enhance your identity.

I realize today that trying to reach your heart was pointless. There was only a failed human being, already dead and very much in hell. Sad to say, you're a waste of your own time. I hate to say that but it's true.

Though I'm leaving you to your misery, I'll always feel sad that life would even allow someone as wretched and miserable as you to even exist. What a tragedy...

So long. —Shut up n' play yer guitar...

What's the deal with needlessly idling buses?! Could be a beautiful day with a perfect temperature, nobody on the bus (e.g. buses parked on Upper Water Street, I suppose waiting to start a route?) and there they are idling away. I'm sure this also occurs in many other areas of the city that I don't frequent. Apart from the carbon emissions, how can an organisation operate with these inefficiencies if they are always in the red financially and we need to provide subsidies?! —It's 2015, get with the program!

Just because you don’t understand parts my job doesn’t mean you should prevent me from doing them; it’s an integral part of keeping the doors open. All you need to do is ask your questions and make a decision. Yes, it is easier to focus on what they are doing, but you’re not in charge over there. Why - at the end of the year - do you want to have those difficult discussions when you could have avoided them in the first place? And stop making things up; we laugh but deep down know you’re lying. —The Dinosaur

My recent experiences in Halifax restaurants have involved people at adjoining tables either loudly trying to top each other's rotting food stories, talking about a new, pus-oozing tattoo or a family letting their child run all around the small restaurant making ear-shattering noises like a humpback whale. The diners engaging in this ignorant behaviour looked respectable, they were just oblivious to the fact that they were ruining our dinner. I've had the staff deal with these situations in two instances and I told off the young woman with the oozing tattoo when she continued to bellow out the details. To those who behave this way, don't be your normal, obnoxious self, you are in a public place and you need to have some manners.—Sickened@dinner

Its a real challenge as a new crafts person on the scene to break in to any local craft markets. Every single one has all of the exact same artists and crafters. My work is completely up to the standard of all of the other crafters I see year after year in all of these sales - what does a gal have to do it present and sell some work around here? —Out of it