Tinder, the most widely used matchmaking app is a revolutionary tool in the realm of hook up culture, connecting people to potential sexual partners located within a specified radius. Its distinguishing feature is that it’s solely based on physical attraction. You simply view pictures of different people in the area, provided limited personal information and you “swipe” left to indicate that you are not interested, and right to indicate that you are “down.” If both parties swipe right, there is a “match” and the lines of communication are opened. I didn’t actually have to tell you that because well, you already know what Tinder is. If you don’t have it yourself, one of your friends does and has probably testified that it’s harmless fun. While using Tinder may or may not be directly harmful, I am objecting to Tinder because it is an enabler of frivolous sex, and a primary driver of the depreciating value of real life and real love. I object on the basis that: 1) Tinder is nothing more than the pursuit of pussy for pussies. Guys, you might want to fuck a pussy, but girls… do you? 2) The SWIPE? How can it be that this action that often leads to sex requires less thought than turning on the television? The swipe is so unintentional; it might as well be an accident. You could literally pocket swipe your way into someone else’s pants. What the fuck. 3) Girls, don’t get swiped off your feet. No matter how beautiful you are, some stranger swiping right at your photo isn’t a compliment. I don’t have a problem with sex or casual sex for that matter- I have a problem with perpetuating the idea that sex is meaningless and that attraction is nothing more than an algorithm - a mere calculation. Just remember that every time you swipe, you are contributing to the woeful mentalities that dominate hook up culture. —Lindsay

You started out by turning on the charm, which you seemed to have in abundance; cooking a lovely meal to share, inviting me 'round for coffee regularly, giving me the impression that you were a spiritual man, feeling a bit lonely and missing female companionship. I was taken in by your clever conversation and humour, and thought I'd found someone I could have a good friendship with. I never indicated in any way, by flirting, innuendo or otherwise, that I was interested in having a sexual relationship with you. But within a couple of months you started turning every conversation into a discussion of either your sexual proclivities or exploits, then trying to grab a feel or plant a sloppy wet kiss on me as I was headed out the door. The last straw was your announcement that "there are half a dozen guys in our building who would like to get hold of [me] and do unspeakable things to [my] body.” WTF? Was that supposed to make me feel good, that you and your loser friends are discussing me in this vulgar, ignorant way? Well, news flash, bucko; here's why you're fucking lonely. It's because you're a bull-shitting CREEP! —X Was Right...You Are A Loser.

You ran that fucker out of fuel. No fire on impact equals no fuel. —Former AC Pilot

I went out to Alberta in 2008 for better employment after being laid off from my job in Halifax, stayed out for years but then missed everyone on the east coast. I gave up my $115,000/year job to be with my family and friends. I knew I was going to take a pay cut, but what I didn't know was that I was still going to be unemployed after three months of being back! I have 10 years of experience in my field and had TWO interviews since Christmas time! And it's not that there were hardly any jobs to apply to (I'm not an idiot, I made sure there were available jobs before heading back). I applied to 12 positions I really wanted, and about 30 that were lower level. The vast majority of responses I got were rejection emails! What the fuck is up with this place?? In Edmonton, I got interviews for much better jobs than the ones I've been rejected from in Halifax. So clearly it's this city, not me! —Back To The West I Go

Has anyone ever told you that it's rude to stare? I realize that everyone checks people out, but when they notice you looking, that's your cue to look away! Not glare at them with that creepy "I want to rape you" look! One thing that I've noticed is that it's almost never young guys that do this, it's always nasty looking old guys. Which makes me wonder: is it just that by a certain age you stop giving a fuck about being a disgusting creep, or is it that the older generation has no respect for women? Oh, an in case you're wondering I don't dress at all provocatively (not that that would be any excuse). —Downtown Business Woman

Hey old man, I guess it hasn't occurred to you that a woman can do hard work, that a woman can have studied something for years or worked on something you don't know anything about. Maybe it also doesn't seem possible that she might have a greater aptitude for something, or that she has more education than you do. Maybe she has kids, and maybe she has or is currently struggling with her life by no fault of her own. It is also possible that she is all of these things and she is younger than you. Old man, if you decide to make a condescending remark or decide to give unwarranted advice to a woman, please know that she is her own person. She has the rest of her life ahead of her to become a thousand times better than you, and probably already is. Please know that your type is a dying breed and that people like you are not welcome on this planet anymore. Society will change with or without your help, so do us all a favour and just cut it out. —BeHave Or eLsE

Is it too much to ask to be able to find some variety in spirits in our liquor stores? The NSLC's selection of gins is laughable (nothing but London dry? Where's my Old Tom, New Modern, Plymouth, or Genever?); I've only ever seen two brands of vermouth; there's no amari to speak of beyond Aperol or Campari; and the selection of liqueurs is laughable (crème de violette or maraschino would be nice). While the selection at the few private stores is slightly better, those places concentrate on beers and wines. Spirits seem like an afterthought at best. I can't wait until this province gets caught up with the trends of the past 5 years or so and I can actually make the craft cocktails I can currently only read about. —Lacking in Provincial Spirit

This is a sad day for me. And a nauseous one. I went to my favourite lunch spot today. I've been going there for years and have never had any issue. It's a nice little spot that makes food from scratch and has a delightful staff. UNTIL TODAY. I purchased a small ready-to-go meal that had a bit of cheese in it. As soon as I opened it, I got hit int he face with the scent of old gym socks. Feet. Vomit on shoes. That awful smell cheese gets before it starts to grow visible mold. I take the item back. The gal who is usually fine to deal with tells me "that's just how cheddar smells". I actually couldn't believe it. She was trying to convince me that cheddar was supposed to smell like sweaty socks. Like it was one of those fancy cheeses that has a bit of an odd smell. It's cheddar. The most popular of all cheeses. I am aware of what it's supposed to smell like. Like, I wasn't there to point fingers and argue, I just wanted a replacement. But after smelling a couple replacements, and hearing more about how cheddar is SUPPOSED to smell really, really, bad, I could not fathom eating anything this restaurant deemed to be fit to eat. I told a co-worker about my disappointing experience. She said "Wow, that's happened to me too! Except my cheese had visible mold on it. They actually tried to convince me it was fine." Gross. Gross. Gross. What other borderline poison food have I ingested and not realized that that's what made me sick? —The one who won't care when your "local" business is the next to go

YOU'RE FUCKING CLOSED FOR GOOD FRIDAY? WHAT THE FUCK, IS THERE A FUCKING WAR ON? TRY JOINING CONTEMPORARY TIMES, FUCKING HALIFAX! —Hey Zeus

Thousands of sentinent animals are being subjected to unimaginable pain and suffering so you can wolf down that pulled pork covered triple beef burger. Professing ones love for bacon and burgers is the new trend while this suffering goes unnoticed or worse, ignored. It makes me really sad and angry that people don't give a shit about how that burger got on their plate. —Animal lover