Yes Raptors, goddam YES! Making history with the win, and sending the Warriors home in style. We the north! To celebrate I want to get a tattoo of Kawhi holding his two trophies. It’s a great idea now—but he might not even be in Toronto next year. Am I gonna end up with regrets like […]
Love the Way We Bitch/Love
Love The Way We Bitch – Share your anger, complaints, frustrations, disappointment about living in Halifax. Post a bitch, a rant, a comment. Or send some love at Love The Way We Love blog. Printed weekly in the backpages of The Coast.
Point Pleasant Park and dog owners
So this weekend an absolute psycho who had their dog off-leash in PPP during a marathon caused a runner to trip over it. Said psycho then got in their car, chased the runner, and then assaulted them. A lot of people will rush to say this kind of behaviour is not indicative of the average […]
Wine Wednesday
I love the time we have together every Wednesday. The break from the office, the drive to Citadel Hill to look out over the ocean and talk about cruise ships and the new construction in the city. Then off to the waterfront to walk along to Bishop’s Cellar to pick up our Wine Wednesday deals. […]
I guess it’s douchebag weather again
Oh cool, oh great. It’s been nice outside for five whole minutes so those goddamn Segway tours are running again. A crowd of assholes hogging the sidewalk/pathway/boardwalk because they want to have fun and are, incidentally, incapable of thinking of others or MOVING OVER means I’ll stay inside until September.—share the sidewalk, Segway shitheads!
Bussed opportunity
It was nice sitting next to you on the bus to Halifax. You boarded in Amherst, I think: Blue and black and denim. You said you’d have to sit next to me as it was the only seat. How could I have minded? I asked if it was still raining outside, although I had a […]
Why can’t I be cute?
The price of some damn toiletries these days is insane! I went to the drug store in Dartmouth to find some mouthwash, pit stick and dry shampoo. I could not find a bottle of mouthwash for under eight bucks! We’re talking about a bottle of fucking antiseptic shit you spit down the sink. Why??? So […]
ME! ME! ME!
Dear woman waiting for the number 3 bus at the Dartmouth Terminal: What sort of rotting soul do you have to have to cut to the front of the line, blocking a visually impaired woman from entering the bus? Only the person grabbing her arm prevented that woman from stepping off the curb in front […]
Car sales run over pet health care
Sighhhhh. When does a big auto-dealership baron on peninsular Halifax have enough space for his cars? Not yet—not until his little neighbour, a veterinary clinic that’s been on the corner of North and Robie streets for decades, vacates at the end of June. The car dealer’s company owns the vet hospital property, and the impending […]
Give money to a panhandler, get fined?
Yeah, I know there’s a recent Bitch about panhandlers, but it’s such a major issue that continues to worsen I think it’s warranted. Giving panhandlers money just encourages the practice further, which leads to the continued harassment of pedestrians, motorists, and businesses. Clearly trying to penalize these people has had no impact, so why not […]
IF YOU WANT A FUCKING METER GIVE IT TO ME
I will give the required meter of space to all bicycles. it is the law and a safety issue .Only one fucking request when I stop my car at a light and the idiots on their bicycles come up beside me between the curb and my car: GIVE ME THE SAME METER. My car can […]
Waste of time
Why would you cheat on your girlfriend? Why would you do it for years? Did you seriously think she wouldn’t find out? Did you think I wouldn’t find out you were in a relationship? WTF. You got the best of both worlds: Nice girlfriend to go home to, cuddle with, cry to. And when she […]
Are we really just friends?
I like you so much. But I’m so incredibly scared to tell you because I don’t think you feel the same. Instead, I’ll keep low-key flirting with you, tell myself I don’t like you that much, suppress all these feelings and probably die alone—while still laughing at your jokes. —Your partner in art and crime

