Wow, drivers here in HRM are just outta their skulls lately... I am going to weld steel bumpers on my car and pray to make it to the store in one piece. Lalaland real estate must be booming! —Tired of Needing an Air Horn

I don't honestly give a fuck about relationships. The problem I have is that people insist on telling me stuff that personally isn't my business to begin with! I also don't wish to be drug into who slept with who and who is out to get who crap. That was high school leave it there. All I want is a nice clear focused mind and live my life freely. End of story! Please keep your peckers, cunts and your sex lives away from me. Go tell it on the mountain or to a priest or the panhandler on Spring Garden Road. —Now singing Go Tell it on the Mountain

A woman in Winnipeg was just told by the judge at her rape trial that being raped was her fault because she wore a tube top, high heels and make-up, wanted to party and therefore 'sex was in the air'. WTF is THAT? Sex was in the air? Surely that is open to interpretation and interpretation does not equal consent no matter how much someone may wish it. Sex "in the air", whatever-the-fuck that means, is NOT consent! That she continually said "NO" has been made irrelevant.

Rape by rapist AND rape by justice system. Why would any rape victim, female or male, want to come forward publicly only to be told that their rape was their fault? This is crazy! Blaming the victim is a serious setback to victim's rights. Rapists and potential rapists everywhere must be rubbing their hands together in glee! All they need to do now is target women in heels and make-up, especially those in tube tops, and let the raping ensue.

Unless consent is given, it is rape. A person can even consent but then change their mind. If their 'partner' continues anyway, regardless of the change of consent, that is rape. How far removed from reality does one have to be before being appointed judge? —Absolutely Gob-smacked

I don't care if it makes you feel old when I call you Sir or M'am. It's what I was told to call people when I was younger to be courteous and polite. So don't tell me how old it makes you feel or that your real name is Lester; I didn't want to talk to you in the first place. Sir or M'am, I just wanted you to get the fuck out of my way so I could get into an elevator without smashing you with my gym bag... and sometimes I just want to thank you politely for putting my groceries into the bag, Sir or M'am. I wasn't putting you down, I was doing my best to show you respect. You don't have to get upset or start a conversation about how you're not a "military officer". I know you're not a military officer, you're packing my fucking groceries. —Hey YOU

Why at the ages of 21 and 22 would you resort to physically attacking me when you didn't get your way? It was 10:30 on a Friday night and we were in my room hanging out as I did not want to disturb you guys by being in the common area. Being noisy in my room does not under any circumstances give you the right to punch me a few times, leave me with bruises all over and huge gashes in my arm. I look like an animal attacked me. Classy moves girls. Don't you have better things to do on a Friday night than attack me? Oh wait, neither of you have friends. It makes sense now why every person you have lived with before has only terrible things to say about you. You both need to seek help for anger management. Also, good luck finding a new roommate on such short notice. I didn't sign a lease so I am getting the hell out of there! —Moving on

Ok, so it snowed the other night, I can deal with that, it is February. It is also thawing and melting, again I can deal with the messy sidewalks and crosswalks and everything else, we all can we are Canadian. But, (and you knew there would be one) this is to the little snot nosed jerk driving the security car on Wilette street late Saturday morning, whom decided it would be a laugh to speed past and spray the people (myself included) who were waiting for the bus with the sloppy filthy slush, I hope you slip in to a big ass pile of this wet slushy shit and soil yourself in front of a large group of people so they can laugh at you! What you did was uncalled for and asinine and I hope karma gets you back good dick face! —The Slushed

Every lingerie store I go to sells only padded bras. Underwire, I can understand (the girls need it if they are above a B), but padding??? On a C cup??? I don't think any girl with a C or bigger needs padding of any kind. And what is with the push-up trend on these sizes? I tried on an incredible bustier, and couldn't buy it because the C cup bra was padded with another full cup of material. It made me look like I was trying to brag. —Biggie Titty Committee

Stop coming every two weeks. Just. Stop. And while you're at it, stop sticking around for almost a month at a time. It's really starting to get annoying, and I would like to have sex again at some point. Please stop being an asshole. —Aunt Flo's niece

What is so hard about letting someone know that you are no longer interested in buying the item they are selling or would like to cancel an apartment viewing? In the past few months, I've had three no-shows for an apartment viewing and two no-shows to buy something. Are you so busy that you simply do not have a spare minute to shoot me an email saying "hey look, can't make it/found cheaper/don't want it anymore". It would be very much appreciated, thank you very much. —How rude

Please, riders of the buses in our fair city, you must know that a conversation on a bus is not a private one. Rider 1 with friend, please don't talk about how your daughter crushed her foot and had to have blood drained with a needle. Rider 2 on cell phone, please don't gab loudly on how you had bad diarrhea this morning. I nearly lost my lunch, which, I suppose would make for another inappropriate bus ride story. We all have to sit together, please have some consideration. —Number 10 Girl