I'd like to know what clinical moron invented the standard bathtub, which is a completely subpar invention for anyone above four feet tall who wasn't born with a super-bendy gooseneck. Poured myself a hot bath to nurse my raging PMS cramps, but my knees, tits and most importantly my gut sticks out a foot above the surface of the water. Nothing soothing about pretzelling your limbs into a porcelain coffin built for a child, your head jerked at an uncomfortable right angle, throat folded nearly in half, like a kink in a garden hose to cut off your breath. With today's technology churning out new iPhone after new iPhone, why can't someone reinvent something necessary and worthwhile for once? Like bathtubs, because they fucking SUCK! — Hell Above High Water

I applied for housing back in the summer, and have just now been contacted and told that I'm being added to a waiting list. I thought I’d been placed on the waitlist long ago, but no. Apparently it takes six months just to be added to the damn waiting list. What has my application been doing for six months??? Sitting on someone's desk, collecting dust? Then my landlord tells me that my power bill has to be completely paid off to be accepted, and my cat must be fixed. Where the hell am I supposed to come up with all this extra money to pay hundreds for a procedure I don't want my cat to have to go through anyway? She's only a kitten, and I would rather wait to have to get her fixed when she's older. This is unfair to expect of low-income people. Landlords need to stop telling people how to live. Also, all the best locations with housing are designated for seniors and for families. Single people get the shittiest buildings in the worst areas with gunshots and drugs. This is age discrimination against young, single people. Metro Housing is run by a bunch of morons who don't know what the fuck they're doing. How are people supposed to survive in this town? It's pretty bad when a 40-year-old person has to move into a single room, with a single bed, shacked up with five college students in one apartment. When are the municipal politicians that we voted into office going to do something about this serious issue in HRM?
—Homeless in Halifax

If you genuinely want to create and spread love, just show up and be loving. It needs no public announcement or heralding on high to make you feel good about yourself. — A Humble Heart

To the lady who was drinking a blueberry soda with 6% alchol in it heres a message straight to your face GO TO THE BARS AND DRINK YOUR ALCHOL THERE STOP DRINKING IN A "certin"store i work in i know your that same stupit lady who drinks wine i know you have a drinking problem i know EXCITLE who you are and what you look like your tall got long hair and you always smell like alchol for fuck sake stop bringing and sneaking your fucken alchole in to a certin store go to the bars and drink there and stay there for good you alchol bitch ill be checking all the garbages to see where your alchol can is so again GO TO THE FUCKEN BARS AND KEEP YOUR ALCHOL PROBLEM THAT YOU HAVE AND STAY THERE FOR GOOD! never come back to a "certin" store again!!!!
—I Still Know Who You Are Dont Make Me Have To Tell You Twice!

Fish odor syndrome is real and common. I'm so sick of the spread of misinformation out there. Everyone seems to think the fishy smell means bacterial vaginosis. Very rarely is that the case. If you smell like fish, it means you probably recently ate fish! I spoke with my girlfriends about this and they agree it happens to them, too. When you eat fish or seafood, it can take up to 72 hours for it to get out of your system.

So ladies, don't let uneducated idiots make you feel like there's something wrong with you. If you eat a whole pot of seafood chowder, you better cancel all your dates for a week. It's called science. Quit callin' women dirty and educate yourself. For your information, the smell comes back 10 minutes after a shower. There is no infection, itch or discharge. So shut up and plug your nose!
—Keep On Lickin'

The reason there are so many rules surrounding the area known as the Public Gardens is to protect the grounds from those who may take advantage and misuse them through plain ignorance or malicious intent. These rules should not be viewed as a personal affront or bureaucratic boondoggle. To put it in the simplest terms, the Public Gardens is not a park—it is a garden for all to enjoy in perpetuity. Its designation literally means that the space is to be treated very differently than a park.

You should not walk on the grass unless you and your children wish to examine the flora, which is permitted. Interacting with the wild ducks is not a problem. It is unwise to feed them because they become accustomed to this behaviour and will not migrate. Its beauty and atmosphere is meant to be enjoyed, but it should not be treated as a mere picnic site to use at your convenience. If you had a pristine garden at your home that you cared deeply about, I doubt that you would take very kindly to complete strangers endlessly traipsing through it and mucking about at their pleasure.

I suggest that you take some time and look into the history of the Public Gardens. The story of its genesis and raison d'être may help change your negative attitude, and teach you to teach your children that the Public Gardens is not a playground but a Victorian oasis in the middle of a modern city. It should be cherished and respected, and its mandate defended by everyone who appreciates the privilege of entering its gates.
—JZ, Historian

I wanted to take a moment out of my busy schedule to lambast the food truck that has been acoustically assaulting me these past few weeks. All the food trucks I have encountered around the HRM are for the most part nice and quiet, yet you folks feel the need to drag around a small but boisterous power generator. Clearly this is not a common standard among the fleet of mobile gourmands that grace our streets and parking lots. I can’t imagine anyone patronizing you without the use of a megaphone to place their order or, at the very least, cue cards. Take a page from the book of the food truck masters who have been around since the 1970s and silence that little generator once and for all!
—Concerned Headphone User

Most of the medications they've given me don’t work, and most of their other treatments like CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) don’t work either, and I think that's mostly because I was misdiagnosed. All that most of the medications do to me is make me stupid or sedate me—other than that, no benefits. The doctors even agree with me, but then continue giving me the meds that don’t do anything. It makes no sense. They refuse to reassess my diagnosis. To make matters worse, pretty much all of them refuse to taper me off the medications I don’t want to take, so I get horrible withdrawals. Any kind of problems with my mental health that I ask for help for, they refuse to deal with. Their OTs or whatever they're called mostly fixate on my diagnosis and anything about anxiety/social skills problems go in one ear and out the other it seems.
—Stuck In The System That Doesn’t Help

—I Guess I Love A Man In Uniform After All