I consider myself a patron to the gay scene in Halifax, but right now your choices involve a sketch fest or a dive. The least any bar can play is good bumpin' music. I love going out downtown but big cover and lame music = no crowd and lame music. There is no way there should be a Whitney Houston song played every Saturday night at any bar (God rest her soul!). Let's get a good DJ in some of these gay bars downtown and bring some young crowds out. You don't play for yourself as a DJ or your heyday back in the 80s; NO MADONNA OR WHITNEY AT THE GAY BAR! You can raise your cover all you want, but if the music ain't bumpin' there ain't nobody humpin'. —Don't Want to Dance with somebody!

I'm really tired of getting tons and tons of job interviews but when I finally go in they rush and later tell me I'm not qualified. Even in shitty fast food places. I know why, because there's no way with 10years experience working kitchens that I'm 'under qualified' and what it actually comes to is tattoos. Face tattoos. Now don't get me wrong I always get the job when it's back kitchen stay, all back of kitchens are filled to the T with fully tattooed chefs/cooks but it's when I apply for front staff or joints you do it all, my 10year overly qualified resume is 'not qualified' for even a mm easy AF food service in the mall. I'm tired of discrimination like that, it's 2016, everyone and their grandmother is tatted but when it comes to face tattoos it's completely taboo. Im tired of working the line when I know I could thrive in front end service, having face tattoos does not mean I'm not 'approachable' or effect the quality of service recived. I'm a good worker, and excel in every work related opportunity, so why can't employers realize that putting a tattooed face behind the counter WILL NOT effect the rise or drop of cliental it's the service recived and quality of product that makes for a returning satisfied customer. #DontHoldMeBack —Unqualified

Why do the doors at the ferry terminals not open automatically? You get like 50 people walking on and off the ferry and everyone needs to hold the doors open for the person behind them (if you're decent enough). I hit the wheelchair button every time to make things easier. —Unnecessarily Unsanitary

To bitch or not to bitch! I don't know?! Inbound on 103 today around 3pm, dragging the camper back from circumnavigating the lower end of the province - (in a hated by Coast readers big, mean truck that consumes the filthy diesel), a lady in a black Hyundai Sonota blows the horn as she passes me (speeding) and makes aggressive "I'm eating chips" motions at me as she passes. Her little girl in front pass seat has look of bewilderment. I pulled over and checked the trailer over, nothing wrong, no flats, lights work, I wasn't driving erratic. Were you out of chips? Does that make you angry? I have no idea how you saw we were eating stale old Roast Chicken chips from the depths of the console. —Confused Camper Roast Chicken Chip Conflagration

Dear Mr. Judgemental:

Today you shook your head and scoffed at me for being "SAD". I can only infer that you shouted over that I was "SAD" not once,but twice because you took issue with my daughter busking on the waterfront. Perhaps, Sir, you could have at least paused to read her sign as she played tunes for passers by, or ask why she was busking. I didn't appreciate the implication that I might be forcing my child into servitude or taking the money she earns as she plays tunes in hopes that those who appreciate her efforts toss a coin in her case. If you had bothered to slow down and look at her sign and or stop and ask, you may have learned that SHE asked to busk this summer as a way to save towards her goal of going on a trip to Korea with her friends, TKD master and fellow take kwon do practitioners where she hopes to test for her black belt at The Kukkiwon ( Worls TKD Headquarters). You may have learned that today was her 14 th time busking out of the whole summer and that the rest of the summer she enjoyed dance camp, violin camp and musical theatre camp in addition to play dates, swimming, and visiting her grandparents in PEI. You may have learned that. We typically busk a little, have snacks, eat a picnic lunch, play and I buy her an ice cream ( from my money, not her earnings) in the 2 hours that we are at a location and that seldom bucks for more than 60-70 minutes. Now...as for what is "SAD"... Sad is that her father took off with a coworker. Sad is that I had to chase after him to get a divorce after he did so for 7 years. Sad is that he spent a fair amount of time hiding and shirking from child support. Sad is that though he has a little contact now, she has only seen him once as an infant and once that she can remember in her whole life. Sad is that he would not, when asked, contribute $20/month towards her music lessons and refused to contribute towards a dance camp because he, quote, " doesn't believe in it". Sad is that when the marriage dissolved, I moved home for support ( physical support as at that time I needed a hip replace,net and could not look after my daughter without help from family). Sad is that in so doing, I left a permanent teaching position in Ontario. Sad is that it has been difficult to get a permanent contract since moving home to Halifax but hey, at least she has her grandparents and uncle and cousins here. All that aside,back to you, and if you'd stopped to ask before making a judgement. You may have learned how proud of my daughter for thinking of a way that she can help while I work with the other parents from our club in fundraising events and initiatives. I am proud of my daughter because she is playing a part in reaching her own goals. I am proud that she is developing a "can do" attitude. I am proud that she is learning poise, perseverance and performance skills. I am proud that she is learning about how to meet and converse with tourists and be a part of the Maritime hospitality we are known for. I am pleased that she helps me roll her coins and comes with me to make every deposit into HER own account that she opened ( with Moses at CIBC). I'm pleased that she has made a lot of people smile with her efforts and that thus far, you have been the only curmudgeon who disparaged me or her by undertaking this fundraising endeavour. I wish what you said today didn't bother me as much as it does. I need to develop a thicker skin when jerks like you go off about something they know little about. Last but not least( my apologies for such a long post, LTWWBers)I HAVE to say thank you to all those who have been so sweet, kind and supportive of my girl. There are some sweet folks who have come to know us and stop by to say hi, some who have been so kind as to say they miss her on days ( or weeks) when she does not busk, those who applaud her playing and encourage her to continue her music education. Yesterday there was a crowd of 15 + people who stood around her watching, clapping along, dancing and because she loves an audience, that made her day. Mr. Judgmental, take a page out f that playbook....maybe stop, listen and throw a smile towards a kid the next time you scoff at their busking and give their mom a hard time. —Bluebelle

You had a great little band. Recently, you added your new wannabe 'super-star!' wife to the lineup, a 50 yr. old who dresses like a 20 yr. old & sings like a startled goat. I certainly hope she doesn't play guitar like she warbles off-key. Listening to her at one gig was positively painful and I was embarrassed for you. Other band members (the talented ones) have now quit in protest. You've just single-handedly torpedoed the band you've worked so hard to develop because you're obsessed with Mizz Wiggle Ass in her tight jeans & high heels. Goodbye, my favourite local band. —A Very Disappointed Fan

This goes out to the juiced-up, jar-headed, jackasses at the Dartmouth gym this morning. You may have thought your misogynistic, demeaning, degrading, and disrespectful comments went unheard and unnoticed. They weren't. You bunch are a fucking disgrace. I hope you're biceps and pecs garner the attention you so desperately and pathetically crave because your personalities aren't going to cut it. Instead of trying to grow muscles, try growing some balls, treat other gym members with respect and GROW THE FUCK UP!!! —Trying to train in peace

The drivers are terrible in this city, so are the cyclists, the pedestrians and the all forms of terrible social interaction. Not withstanding I love this city and I am staying. —JW

The local contingent of our national broadcaster should be embarrassed by their lack of production expertise for our National Celebration. The monitors in Parade Square were set too low providing poor sight lines. Two of the three monitors were poor quality projection screens. There was no audio for Gord for the first 5 songs, a complete and total buzzkill . The audio/video portion froze continuously much like watching internet TV with a low bandwidth signal. Yes, it was a free event and am grateful for the opportunity to watch it. I watched a recorded copy and the audio/video was perfect, so this was definitely a local issue. Live events are difficult to set up and difficult to fix if there is an issue, I understand that much. However, corp employees are professionals and have some of the highest paid A/V employees in the country. Setting up live feeds is what they do and Saturday night they failed miserably. —So Hard Done By

Why is it, that every few months Metro Transit decides to switch up their regular driver's schedules? It throws everything into complete chaos. Up until a week ago I could rely on the bus getting me to the bus terminal so I could make one of three connections. Then you changed drivers and each and every one this week has been between 5 - 10 minutes late causing me to miss all three connections, which makes me late for work. It's 6:30 in the morning! There is no traffic, no construction and therefore no excuse to be up to 10 minutes behind schedule! Why should I have to change schedules completely to try and accommodate this horrid variability in bus drivers?! It's this kind of stuff that makes people hate on Metro Transit all the time. —Waiting for Metro Transit to get it's sh*t together