Complaint: “My drinks are too liquidy!” That's why they're called “DRINKS” you imbecile… —Facepalming

It's been nearly seven years since I came out of the closet; since I told you both that I didn't feel okay in my body, with my sex or perceived gender. Like most LGBT+ teens, I was told that it was “just a phase.” But it's been seven fucking years. Seven years that you both have known. And yet, during these seven years, NEITHER of you have tried to learn or accept it. In fact, NO ONE I've known for years has made any sort of effort, like if you ignored it it would magically disappear. I'm so tired of being told “it's hard for me, too” or people excusing you saying “oh well, just give them time!” It's been seven years; that's plenty of time. As for it being “difficult” for you, how fucking inconsiderate. Is it really hard for you? Is it so hard that you've felt the need to harm yourself? To end your life? To feel like absolute scum? Because for me, having the people you love tell you that you're “ruining their lives” for something I had never asked for is hard. —I just want to be me

Halifax is the kind of city where people call you a murderer for eating meat and then call you a cock-sucker for eating a vegetarian platter. No matter what you do, they wanna fight. —Burn baby, burn

For my husband’s birthday I bought tix to Alice in Chains and after a lovely dinner we arrived at Metro Centre where we were allowed to enter, buy shirts, drinks and THEN told to leave. Because after buying our merch and drinks we were suddenly drunk. Apparently they had been “watching us” since we came in. Really? Then why let us us in? What the hell Metro Centre? Thank you for ruining my sweet husband's birthday. Did you know my husband had a triple bypass two years ago and three years ago he actually quit smoking and drinking and number one on his bucket list was seeing Alice in Chains in concert? This is RIDICULOUS. We are the people you keep saying you want to come downtown. Yes, please, nice middle-aged people with incomes, please come taxi in from outer space areas like Hammonds Plains and Sackville and come drink, play downtown and buy tickets to events so we can arrest your asses and deprive you out of tickets you paid for. Halifax means business. —She

Hey mister popped-collar-middle-aged-lawyer... Learn some very basic manners!! Did they not teach you that in law school? —Yjjsjbdiahah

I worked for a few weeks sorting recyclables and I have some bitches about what people do that causes a lot of trouble. They'll tie the tops of grocery bags with paper in them. Why? Do they think it will escape? Just leave it open or put another bag upside down over the first one if you're afraid it will get wet. Pulling the second bag off is a lot easier than tearing tied bags open. The tying is helping NOTHING. Even worse,they'll tie two or three of those bags, with either paper or other recyclables in them, together. We would see three or four bags tied together like a bunch of balloons. They all have to be torn open and that just makes it harder. The conveyor belt goes by quickly and the bags need to be torn open as fast as possible. Picking up a bunch of bags tied together and wrestling them all open one by one is a serious pain. Please stop doing that. People will put literally anything in a recycling bag, food, clothes, any damn thing. Why? The food makes the stuff stink like hell and is in no way recyclable and the rest of the assorted garbage has to be sorted out and thrown back in the garbage anyway so do the sorters a favour and put it in the regular garbage in the first place so they don't have to sort it out. They'll put boxboard in with the paper. Boxboard is the thin cardboard used in packaging, like cereal boxes and other food boxes. That's not supposed to be recycled at this time. It's supposed to go in the compost bin. Yes, it's a waste of boxboard, but those are currently the rules and the plant is not equipped to handle that much extra material. There are only a few people on those conveyor lines and people are just bogging it down with all that boxboard that's not supposed to be going to the plant. There are proposals to add boxboard to the recyclables but they have not been implemented yet and right now it's just making extra work for nothing. For now, stick it in the compost bin like you're supposed to, please and thank you. —Josh

Here's an idea... When someone comes in to your office professionally dressed and saying they have an appointment with your HR Manager, they PROBABLY have an interview scheduled. Maybe it's not the BEST idea to be on a personal phone call complaining loudly about your job, that they're interviewing for a position they "didn't even ask if you wanted", your salary (and recent raise), and the company in general while that person is sitting in your lobby for 10 minutes, less than 4 feet away. Although this COULD HAVE been considered a "warning" to the potential new employee about the company, it mostly made you sound like a whiny asshole. You have a job, you clearly don't work very hard, and maybe you should consider that you're the first person people see when they come in. As tempting as it was to say something to the HR Manager, I didn't want to hurt MY chances to get a job I really want/need with a company that MANY other people speak very highly of. —Think before you speak

Thanks for spray-painting swastikas everywhere. Thanks for calling my friends "fags," getting into fights, throwing eggs at strangers (really?!). I know there's plenty of you that are respectable, gorgeous, brilliant people. I wish you were all like that, instead of the drunken, bigoted fucks that clog up our streets every Labour Day weekend. —Too old for this shit

I love how in Halifax, I am not worried about getting jumped by random people at night time when I walk around. I am actually terrified now, after several bad experiences, of being jumped by the HRM police after dark; or even during the day. So I spend a lot of time inside now. Thanks HRP, for making the city safe from criminals, non-criminals and everyone else who is in the gray zone. Now that I live in a small box, much like prison, I feel comfortable. Please do not ever come into my small box (as you have in the past) as it takes months to regain the sense of safety that comes with being isolated in a box. Maybe I should just do something to get sent to prison, at least there I will be in a gang that protects me from police and the jail guards will keep HRP away from me. —Fuck The Police

Hey Halifax, I get it, you like my bike helmet. I like it too; eight-inch spiky mohawks are pretty cool. But please, STOP YELLING AT ME. I know you (mostly) just want to be supportive, but, first of all, yelling at strangers is pretty rude. More importantly, it's distracting, like really, really distracting, and I really don't want to be hit by a car. This city is notoriously dangerous for cyclists as it is, please don't make it worse. —Badass helmet wearer