You've had a long, rough day. Why not reward your self with a seat? Why spend that extra energy on a squat, when you can so easily sit? I do it! But let me tell you if I sit on one more piss covered toilet seat I will scream. The squatters are only trying to avoid the mess THEY'RE making SO STOP. SIT. DOWN. BUTT CHEEKS AREN'T DIRTY. —It Gives Me a Rash

To the NS Government: I'm sorry that I have a disability that require's opioids and I'm sorry I need a family doctor to fill my prescription, my doctor retired and I have been looking for well over a year now. With  massage therapy and medication that I cut myself down on before the new opioid laws even took effect and with the help of my therapy I would be able to work again and finally get off of assistance! Oh by the way  my massage therapy is free thanks to a good friend so assistance and the good tax payers of Nova Scotia do not and still do not have to pay for it. I am now back to where I started: in pain, not being able to function, still on assistance, and  a drain on the system. If only there were more family doctors to help people out so they can get off of assistance.

Disgusted! Why even try when you'll end up back where you started?! —Sick in Nova Scotia

When you're a plus-sized woman whose casual encounters numbers are a hell of a lot higher than the serious relationships score (and not by your choice), you begin to accept whatever you are able get out of the people that you're into, but claim they're only looking for something casual. Then a few weeks/months pass by and they’re in a serious relationship with some chick half your size. Sounds quite pathetic of me, I know. How’s that saying go? “You only accept the love you think you deserve”?

Well, girl, when the only form of love you’re getting is behind closed doors, you either need to deal with the emotional hurt and enjoy what you do get or sit alone in your bed for hours watching the same damn Netflix shows over and over again.

And when I say plus-sized, I'm not talking in the “big tits, big ass” way or even in the chubby in the right places, got a bit of a belly type. I'm talking chubby in all the "wrong" places, small tits, small ass, big belly type. Don’t get me wrong, I love the current body I have and I’m comfortable in my own skin and work towards being the best damn me I can be. But, there are still quite a few people who haven't been able to accept me for who I am. People that don't even play a part in my life, but feel the need they have to. Anyway, that's a whole other jar of pickles that doesn't need to opened right now.

I’m not saying that everyone has to be attracted to the plus-sized body type. We all have our own preferences, traits, interests that we look for in people. I would never think less of anyone that didn’t want to date me due to my body type, I’m sure there’s something about them that could be a deal breaker for me as well. What I'm talking about are the ones that are sexually attracted to you and have expressed and shown this, but are scared to admit it either themselves or others.So, they want to keep you as their dirty little secret. Whatever the reasoning behind it, it doesn’t feel too damn good.

The only explanation I've been able to come up with is that, of course, they’re not going to want to show off someone like me to their friends and family. Most people consider their partner as a type of ‘prize’ for all to see. Especially in heterosexual relationships, women are famous for being the ‘pretty thing' on the man's arm. Well, when the only 'pretty thing' the mass majority of people will see on your girl is her personality and maybe some of her facial features. You don’t get very far.

I know some of you could be thinking “Wow, that sucks. People shouldn’t care what others think if they’re into someone,” cliché saying, etc, etc. But let's get real, people. Talk is cheap. I have been in the dating world too long to try to hide behind it any longer. Sure, it’s gotten a lot better over the years. People are definitely more accepting and open than they used to be, but it’s still a mess out there.

So, for all of you who have fell victim to this: You’re not alone. For all of you who have just realized how you might be making people feel, go suck an egg. You knew what you were doing, no one can be that oblivious. —Fatty With No Daddy

I can see political bullshit rhetoric from a mile away, and my friends, that was some bullshit political rhetoric. —Thanks But No Thanks

It sickens and irks me to see you continuously make remarks about being the best guy you can be and supporting female warriors in the world. It's all a facade...Just because you say it loudly, over and over again, and on every platform you have doesn't make it true in real life. —Female

It didn't take very long for the beautification of the new Argyle Street to diminish with all those gross cigarette butts everywhere. Thanks smokers for being obnoxious, uncaring people and ruining the good construction downtown.

PS: I think you should be fined. —Finally Got To See the Street and then This Garbage

If a men glances once through a crack in a public men's room bathroom stall door to check out the situation, OK…Twice, just double-checkin', forgivable…but a third time! Gimme a fuckin' break bruv! And hey, I got a question for y'all readin’...If and when this shit does occur does not the man who was in there first and sitting reserve the right to say “What's up!?” or “Keep your eyes to yourself.” —WL

Dearest fuckwad, you are so what is wrong with humanity. We watched you walk by with your little dog—he had to poop, something dogs will do. You took out a bag and picked up the poop—YAY—then you transformed into a prime fuckwad by putting the bag into the branch of a small tree by the Esso on Robie Street. Thanks for preserving it and displaying it for all to admire. —People Can See You

Every year I am amazed at the rampant greed that's starts on the day after Halloween...every year I am disgusted. Your greed ruins the fakiness of the fakey, fake...fer fucksakes season. —Grinch

If something happens in the world relating to gender, sexuality or race identity that you feel violates your sense of  common sense, logic, reason, fairness or even plain old good manners…confront it.  Don't ever just sit back and STFU. Don't let anybody silence you, don't let anybody devalue your experience or viewpoint because they seek to stereotype you as belonging the sole demographic that is blamed for all stereotyping of others since the dawn of time.

It is neither "privilege", nor "fragility" nor “racism, sexism, homophobia" to refuse to take a knee to somebody who believes that their self-awarded medals in the Oppression Olympics grant them the right to be a dictatorial boor.  There is a lot of talk about "privilege" these days, usually always preceded by the word “unearned." Be very careful of people who speak this way. The more comfortable they get with disparaging everything you have achieved or worked for, as being “unearned,” history shows they will get even more comfortable with the notion of depriving you of it. Don't wait for that Pastor Neimoller moment.

By all means work toward being a better citizen of the world.  But, don't ever feel any obligation to feel guilt or shame about your so-called  unearned privilege, especially when it comes from individuals of equally unproven virtue. An Orwellian world run by Kafka's rules ain't any kind of Utopia.

Oh, Team Coast—I’m familiar with your R.O.Es when it comes to assigning cutesy, funny little headers to things like this, so if you publish this at all, feel free to call it "White Fragility," or "Male Tears" or whatever else you feel might help people make up their minds. —Harambe Cornwallis