I hate to say this but the city's decision makers need to work harder to improve the quality of life for its people. Why is it losing smart individuals to other places? Simply because higher powers are looking for short term let's make rich folks happy type of solution.

Look into the laws, educate business owners small or large, involve thinkers young and old, open a space to listen not just campaigning to keep sucking the blood out of the political career ladder. Support local businesses and allow and support them to expand in order to make more and hire more. this town is filled with smart people, take advantage of that before they are gone to other provs. —WTF

Ever try to get a job in Hellifax? Impossible because they hire all their relatives. Ever try to get something settled in court in this city? Impossible because it never gets completed because the greedy lawyers in this town won't settle because they lose their cash cow flow.

Ever try to talk to the politicians, human rights, Barr society in this city about the BS a person has to go through to get anything done here? Impossible they don't respond! Ever try to find a Dr in this town? No because they don't want to live here! Does anyone actually work in this town? Is there really anyone at the number they tell you to call? Hellifax get with the program! I don't bother wasting my time voting anymore because nobody calls you back or responds to your emails.

Time to fire the whole works of you and hire people that will call back and get the job done. How do you expect to get anything done this way? You abuse your woman here you talk disrespectfully to people and you don't have the decency to return phone calls! Clean up your streets and make some jobs and maybe decent people will want to live here. This city is a poorly run disgrace! —Hellifax, You Suck!

Starts power drilling and hammering shit at 8am on a Saturday morning in 12-unit apartment building. I hope a piece of wood flies up and takes out both your eyes. —Up Early All Week, Was Looking Forward to the Extra Sleep

To the men in the red car who catcalled me on my bike while we were both stopped at a red light on Quinpool: Why?  First of all, I'm not sure what you were trying to get out of that.  Is it that you want to make your introductions to women as brief as possible to minimize the chances that they notice how horrible your personality is?  If so, you should probably find another strategy.  It wasn't rude of me to “ignore people when they are talking to me,” but it is rude of you to shout at me about my body out of the back seat window of your buddy's shitty car. I just wanted to go five minutes down the road to buy a package of pasta without feeling unsafe, but hey, I guess that is the risk of being alive and simultaneously a woman!  You did show a lot of persistence though—you supplied a tirade of unwanted comments for the entire duration of the light! —I was dressed and looked like a 13-year-old going to soccer practice

I try to think of myself as an understanding and patient person... but how can I be when the 15-minute drive home is made into a trek that involves at least three buses and more than an hour to get to Halifax from Dartmouth? 311 is as useless as me asking my house cat when is the bus going to show up, and even the drivers at this point seem to  be done with answering questions or being helpful at all when it comes to navigating the lack of a real shuttle schedule. —I Need To Grow My Own Pair of Wings

Purchasing my meal at a checkout one day at the store where I work, and while scanning the item, I am snarled at by a crusty old bastard who barks "Do you work here?"  I say, "Yes, I'm just going on my meal break.  Did you need help?" He yells that he's on the verge of leaving his stuff and that our customer service sucks. Why isn't there an express lane open? (There are three empty self-serves available within four feet of us).  Also, three full-serve cashiers available.  The guy was loud, irascible and abusive.  And despite seeing at least four other employees who were NOT busy, he chose to growl at me. I did help you with your purchases before I went for my meal (at 8pm) and didn't treat you disrespectfully at all.  You didn't even thank me. What I couldn't say at the time, and choose to now is: You fucking asshole. You don't get good customer service because you're NOT a good customer. Next time, do us all a favour, DO put your items down on whatever surface you see fit (I would prefer you put them up your anus) and don't shop here. Life's too short for that bullying crap. —Just Being A Whiner

The recent news of a certain department store chain being the corporate cock that it is, tossing hard working employees out whilst paying the CEO greed millions doesn't surprise me one bit. Our society is overrun with money hunger and slimy suit dummies. But what I do see that I love, is the overwhelming support to boycott the liquidation sales…I know, I know this could hurt the employees more at the moment, but what it is really saying is that we, the people, the little people working hard for a few dollars to get by…have a power against the big faceless powers! Even in a small way recently, a Halifax tea shop used Twitter to resuscitate business. The masses who are disgusted by mega dollar greedy businesses can connect online all over the globe and strike back…the power of the word is still ours. It's just catching up to the new format. —One of the Last True Hippies

Why is it so difficult for me to navigate to the Love the Way We Love page online? I have tried on my cellphone as well as laptop and I'm constantly redirected either to the submissions page or to the Bitch page. I've long gotten the sense that The Coast prefers to sanctify a Fuck You sentiment over an air of optimism, but this is ridiculous. It's so frustrating to have to test all of these links and redirections! Let me read about kind bus drivers and long lost romances and puppies! —Bitching for Accessible Loving

Stay-at-home moms, listen up...You are putting yourself in a very bad position as I did. I stayed home to look after my kids I thought that was a privilege until I had to go through the family court to get some support. I have spent all of my savings paying lawyers to try and get support to no avail. My husband worked for his family who cooked the books and said he wasn't working. The judge suspended my support with no proof and left me to pay for everything. I have no job and have to sell my house while the dead beat got away scot free!

The lawyers will take your money until you can't feed your kids because that's what they are trained to do. The Barristers’ Society will not take complaints against lawyers especially if they have volunteered for them. The judges scream and holler if you try to self represent and will go against you simply because they want you to spend your money on lawyers because they were once lawyers. Go to work ladies and be self sufficient because the men in this province are not required by law to support their kids. Family court is a business! —Do not waste your money on Family Court or lawyers in this city!

I know everything you did. I know you had feelings for him before your marriage ended. I know how fast you got with him after you ended us and his wife died. I know why you blocked me and cut all communication and ties so quickly, so I couldn't see what you were doing and couldn't say anything once I knew. I know why you wouldn't acknowledge me anymore, because of the guilt you'd feel knowing you did what you did.

What I never saw was it coming. I never would have believed that you were capable of behaving in such a cold, calculating manner towards not only me but the kids. I believed that you loved me, that you needed time for yourself to heal, that you didn't want another relationship or to be with anyone else. I believed in you and I was wrong. I wonder if your dreams talk to you about what you did... Do you look in the mirror and not like what's looking back at you? Out of all the choices you could have made, you chose the most destructive for everyone involved...You burned bridges and you never looked back. But your choices have put you on a dead end with destiny and having to face your feelings and actions that have caused so much pain. You've acted selfishly and hurt people that were very close to you that loved you. I'm beyond disappointed in you and the kids and I deserved much better. Shame on you...You've betrayed yourself and everything you ever said to me and yourself for everything you said you were going to do for you. —Disappointed