So much has changed. Things that make Halifax unique are disappearing. I feel like we're being turned into a clone of other cities and that is so sad because I love my unapologetically weird, hipster hometown. I mean, the Company House is no more? The Oxford is closing?! I am so upset. —Usually a Lover But Now I Gotta Bitch

So, you and your friend are walking toward me on the same sidewalk. As the space between us grows smaller, I realize you aren't moving, so I decide to step to the side...in the wet grass...and mud. My jacket sleeve brushes up against your arm and you yell, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Did you forget your happy pill this morning? Bad time of the month? Wtf? When I was a little wee lad, walking two abreast with my mom, she taught me to move over when someone was approaching. Did your mom forget to teach you that? Were you not paying attention if she did? Or, maybe you just plain 'ol don't give a fuck? That would be my guess. Either way, don't be surprised if you end up on your arse next time, 'cause I'll be damned if I move for you again. — Three's A Bitch

I read an eye-opening news article that stated the major reason Houston drowned in that storm is that developers there are completely unregulated, and can build anything they like anywhere they want, swathing Houston in square miles of water—impervious concrete and zero green space to soak up water.  We in HRM are heading down the same backward-looking path IMO.  I'm sick of this city being a cyclone-street-corner, glass-tower construction zone—it’s time to push back against aggressive, short-sighted developers bullying our City Council to throw the rules out the window. —Semi-off-grid city dweller

The mindless masses have returned. The students have returned and they're as self-absorbed as always. I was at a bus stop, five of us waiting and the last person to arrive was a millennial. He promptly walks up to be first on the bus! No excuses, just rude. then I was going into a bank, two people ahead of me,when the blonde texting zombie decides to stop in her tracks to read a text message. Imagine, blonde and a millennial and texting. I have to feel sorry for someone that is so codependent!! Really sad that she isn't able to go to a bank on her own. I see Independence as a measure of maturity. But how can you grow up when you don't own your own mind! —I'll Stick To Online Shopping

Thanks so much for getting rid of that iconic Oxford theatre that was one of the few unique things left in this city. Fuck you and choke on your overpriced shit popcorn along with any developer who is going to knock it down. —Two Thumbs Down

Hey HRM Planners, Councillors or whomever else is approving all of this construction:

It's great to create a growing city, but can you slow the fuck down for a minute? Who the hell is going to live in all of these overpriced condo/apartments? And by the way, allowing a building on the baordwalk/waterfront is just gross and you should all be poked with a stick for allowing that to go through.

There was a time when the old boys wouldn't let anything be built at all, because of historic value, and that was a pain because then buildings just rotted. But now it seems like you're just letting anything go up and at a rapid pace, without regard for aesthetics, history, architecture or just plain ol' common sense.  Did anyone think to stagger the timing of developments? Can't you wait to see how what we have now fills up before shoving other unnecessary condos/apartments/retail spaces down our throats? And don't get me started on the logistical nightmare of manoeuvring the downtown area, where the crane has become the city's official bird.

This summer was a particular disaster, and it's not like you didn't know it would be a big tourism year, what with 150 and Tall Ships and all. Did someone just say "hey, let's invite all kinds of tourists here and then not let them get around”? It's like someone is playing a crazy-ass game of monopoly up in here and it's a fucking free-for-all. Enough! DON'T SELL BOARDWALK!!

Seriously. Stop it. —Developing Distaste

Last evening, entering the 102 inbound at Dunbrack—cars that should be slowing down, refused to move over and allow incoming traffic to merge!  Argh—whatever happened to common courtesy? It used to be taught in Driver School—these idiots clearly don't care! —Please, Let Me In

To the driver of a small red car turning from Almon onto Windsor. Why did you slow down but not stop for a pedestrian (me) with a dog, halfway through the intersection when you started the turn.  C’mon, use your head. You looked at me like I had two heads—when clearly yours was missing! —Wanna Live

To the sexy yet arrogant asshole in Lower Sackville, why in the blue fuck would you be so far into the middle of the road? What are you doing, besides holding up the bus's route schedule? Did you lock yourself out of the car, or were you talking on a cellphone and figured the bus can wait, and when the bus driver held up his arm to indicate to move and you flipped him off. Do you really wanna be a metro hood ornament or feed the crows when you’re a douchetastic road waffle?

Whatever the excuse you had, it was holding up traffic and your dumb ass reason and way of acting honestly brands you a moron. The rest of the bus-users were talking about how you poorly acted as we went by. Eat a bag of dicks and have a nice day. —Malh

I pulled up at the red light turning onto the MacDonald Bridge from Dartmouth to the minivan in front of me just sitting there waiting for the light to turn green. There is no right turn on red, that's true, but only between 6am and 9am and 4pm and 6 pm. It was 9:10 am. So, because we didn't have to just sit there, I honked my horn. The minivan didn't move, either because they didn't know it was after 9 am or because they couldn't see the sign from their position. In any case, I was annoyed enough, but then YOU had to show up and block the other lane. You, Mr. Mid-50s on a motorcycle being all high and mighty, commiserating with minivan and shaking your head at me, tapping on the side of your helmet like I was the one being a dumbass, while I continued to honk and firmly inform you that it was "AFTER 9!" while tapping my watch. OK, so maybe I was being a little aggro, but for fuck's sake, I was RIGHT and you were being a dick. You had a full view of the sign and yet you just assumed that I, a young woman, was the one in the wrong. Fuck you and your minivan friend for wasting two minutes of my time with your bullshit. I'm not vindictive enough to wish you physical harm, but I would find it pretty satisfying if a garbage truck backed over your bike while it was parked outside whatever shitty workplace you were going to. —Cranky Sedan