...bitching about the amount of bitches: IRONY! have you ever heard of it? no, i guess you haven't. well thanks for the laugh, you goof. —just another bitcher

Please people in hrm for the love of god learn how to drive.. —Giving up my license

You have no problem believing a 20 something playing a 10 year old, or that the same actor with the same hair but a different dress can be two different characters, but a black man playing a white woman's father is too much for your casually racist imagination? You're the problem. —Expected Better

I am a beautiful, hilarious, and fit young woman whose dating “highlight” of the week so far includes receiving a message on match.com from a member whose username included the words Long Ballz in it. —Its not funny anymore

Yes, it is a double double. I wrote it on the lid. I already double cupped it, you don't need a sleeve, trust me. ALL of the coffee is fresh, okay? Donut fondant is sticky, it will get on the bag. Waiting four minutes for fresh tea isn't the end of the world, we can only brew so much at time, so just chill! Please stop shitting on the bathroom floor. Quit leaving empty liquor bottles in the stalls! And remember, although I smile on the outside, on the inside I'm dying. —I'm a person too

I recently moved here from another province and on the advice of a local went to this funky little breakfast place. It was so crowded and tiny but was supposed to be soooo gooood. The waitress said yes she could get us a table for four (we had out of town guests with us) but it would not be for about 30 minutes. We said ok to the wait,and the waitress said we could place our order now which we thought was kind of neat and efficient. We placed our orders and the counter girl who took the order promptly rang up the bill and made us pay! Really? So you have my money......your machine asked me to tip you which I had to do because I had no cash.....yet I have no table.....no food...no clue what the service will be like or if it will be worthy of a 10%, 15% or 20+% or even no tip. You tell me I can wait outside but if I go anywhere...even for 5 minutes you may give away our table. So the restaurant caters to itself and we grovel for whatever scrap we can get , oh and please take our money please if you would be so kind. —East Coaster

What is it with my being followed/stalked every time I go shopping here? As soon as I enter an establishment security seem to straighten up and become more alert.  They follow me everywhere I go (on supposed rounds). It doesn't matter if I have been to the shop many times before or not, I always have a constant cling-on. (Not to be confused with the noble Klingon.)

I am not sure if it has something to do with my being of obvious African descent or not (Ha ha ha). It does not matter if the cling-on Inspector Clouseau is non-brown or brown, they all seem to have been fed the same line. I was even accused of 'casing a joint.’  What the hey?! Someone told me it is a global phenomenon called 'Shopping while Black' in the United States. —CR

Ahem. Hipsters, please, please, please stop using the word CURATED in reference to your; album collection, selection of vintage clothing, lists of restaurants, band line up for your rock festival, shit you like on Pinterest. To CURATE does not mean to edit, or choose, or to collect or assemble. Curating, in the art world, has much more to do with asking an urgent intellectual question—a question that has emerged out of robust and peer reviewed research (empirical research, not, like, Googling articles on the internet, or relying on secondary sources) and exploring that question through an analysis of art works that are positioned in relation to each other and to the viewer. While I certainly think you can position any object—whether it’s an art piece or a porcelain toilette—within a gallery space ( or any kind of social space) to lead/engage a viewer through an intellectual/experiential process, it's probably NOT GONNA HAPPEN in your vintage clothing store. Or your brewery. Or your online magazine. Or listening to your iPod.

Great collection, though. Nice stuff, good taste—just stop using the word CURATED. I know the word sounds oh-so-fresh-and-so-cool and I get that you aspire to have the recognition and admiration that being a CURATOR engenders. But you’re not a curator. You just chose some cool stuff you like. You have great aesthetic taste.

A CURATOR would deconstruct the social and cultural process of how individuals collectively develop an aesthetic (within, say, a subculture like hipsters), through an exhibition of artworks that would lead you (the viewer) into some kind of internal dialogue exploring the cognitive dissonance that occurs when one is challenged to deconstruct their own identity. Like, what’s happening right now as you read this? Why don’t you go ‘curate’ that. Pretentious f*%s. —Suffering Fools. NOT.

Congratulations on putting 20 people out of work. I hope you enjoy being a martyr. It pays shit, but hey, at least you don't have those pesky employees to take care of anymore. —Good riddance

The ill informed non stop spewing of "opinions" is starting to reek —Comments welcome on this post, otherwise shut up and be productive