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Monday, October 29, 2012

Posted on Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 1:20 PM

So let me ask a question. Whats the deal with the U-Pass? Why should I be forced to pay for one? I don't use public transit. Every full-time student is now required to pay $160 for a damn buss pass. It's a great deal, and I did some research and it is apparently something the student unions were overwhelmingly in favour of. The transit union wouldn't make the deal unless they made it mandatory for all students. What the fuck.

I just think to make anyone pay for something they don't want or need is some left wing commie bullshit! To force me to give a company money just because I'm a student is just ass backwards. Here's an idea. This might blow your mind. How about putting a little more effort into making the bus a less altogether shitty experience.

I am a full-time student at a community college, I have classes in the morning and then a long break in the middle of the day then back to evening classes. I don't even live all that far away but if I relied on the bus I would have no time to do anything but study and commute. I don't wat to rely on shitty ass Metro Transit. That's why I have a fucking car. Fuck off transit union, if the huge majority of students want this so bad there's no reason the few who don't should have to pay. I couldn't even log into my student email because I hadn't gone and paid for this yet, even though I paid all my other student fees. —This is Some Bullshit

Posted on Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 12:19 PM

Go to the back of the bus so that others can get on the bus. Do not wait to be asked to move. Courtesy and sense people. Do not huddle next to the bus driver. People on either side of the aisle is also annoying to those getting on the bus. You are in the way. Same goes for all exits of the bus, stay clear! Take off your huge backpacks. They block space and you don't realize how you keep hitting people. Give your seats to those who clearly need them more than you. And I do not want to hear your entire phone conversations or music. Volume down! —Bus Travel Blues

Posted on Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 11:43 AM

I love walking through Cyril Smith Golden Acres Park with our kid. What I don't like is the stupid person who leaves their dog's shit on the boardwalk. Twice this past week (different locations) and once the week before. WTF. Now it's all over my kids new boots because he is too young to know to look out for poop...and the first time I said that...he tried to pick it up! North Dartmouth has a bad enough rap, don't add your shit to it. —Albro Walker

Posted on Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 10:56 AM

I'm so sick of being bullied by the cops in this city. In the past 4 or 5 months I've had two incidents where they physically harmed my friend and my girlfriend, and now last night one of them caused me to damage my car. Here's what happened.

I'm at a fast food place in Fairview going through the drive thru when I see an undercover car with the lights flashing, he's out of the car searching some guy's car, the problem is his back end is in the way of the drive thru. I could tell I wasn't going to be able to get through without hitting him so I looked at him and gestured and asked him if he could please move his car a couple feet forward. He just looked at me as if to say "how dare you even look me in the eyes, you're lucky I don't beat you up and arrest you" and said nothing. Looked me right in the face and refused to even acknowledge me, just gave me the death stare, even held it for a good 8 seconds. I didn't want to press the issue because I could tell he was an asshole and didn't feel like spending the night in a cold cell.

So I went for it, my only option at this point being that I had two cars behind and nowhere else to turn, and sure enough, I scratched my car on the curb, even though I barely made it past his car without hitting it. I had 3 inches max. I get out of the car to look at the damage, and say to him "It would have been really nice if you could have moved your car a couple of feet." This fucking smug little puke faced prick, who had just been starting at me the whole time while I'm assessing the damages, trying to intimidate me, looking at me like "I DARE you to say something to me" has the nerve to say to me, in a loud, aggressive tone "Don't fuckin look at me, why don't you learn how to fuckin drive, the SUV in front of you made it just fine and he's bigger than you." Then he told me to get in my car and cursed at me some more.

First off, genius, it's not about size. Different cars have different dimensions. That SUV was sitting really high, my car sits really low and has a body kit, the side skirt of which is now damaged and hanging off because you decided to park in the middle of a fucking drive thru. Secondly, where the fuck do you get off talking to me like that? I'd bet my life you wouldn't act so tough without that fucking badge. Telling me to learn how to drive? I KNEW I WASN'T GOING TO MAKE IT, THAT'S WHY I ASKED YOU TO MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR YOU FUCKING PIG COCKSUCKER. If I had hit your car I'd probably be sitting in jail right now. Why don't YOU learn how to fucking PARK? Oh that's right you never get tickets so why would you bother.

I'm not going to take this. I called the fast food place, they got the whole thing on tape, I had a witness in the car with me who can verify that I came extremely close to hitting your car but still didn't have enough room to get through. I got the license plate number of the silver Jetta you were driving and I've contacted the police, all that's left to do now is call a lawyer. I will have these damages paid for, which I estimate will run me over $500 with labour because the side skirt will need to be replaced. Money that I don't feel I should have to spend because you were too busy busting some guy for weed at a fast food drive thru to move your fucking car a foot forward, out of the way of taxpayers who are just trying to get their fucking ice cream and go about minding their own business on a Friday night.

I will have the police pay to replace my sideskirt if it's the last thing I do before I draw my last fucking breath. I don't care if it ends up costing me more in the long run. That's the reason they get away with this, because people say "it's not worth it." Well fuck that. I'm so sick of being pushed around and bullied by you fucking pansies who wouldn't even look at me sideways if you didn't have society's approval to be an aggressive bullying fucking dickhead. It should come out of that cop's pocket, but now I'm just dreaming. That's the real stinger here, even if I DO somehow prove in court that the cop caused me to damage my car, which I'll admit is unlikely, any settlement I got would come out of our tax dollars.

Again, fuck you with a rusty toolbox sideways, and fuck every cop who thinks it's okay to be rude, aggressive, confrontational and indifferent to the public whose taxes (the highest in the country) pay for your salary and for all your resources. There is no need to treat citizens like trash, bad police-community relations hurt everyone. —Go Straight to Hell You Limp Dick Piece of Shit

Posted on Mon, Oct 29, 2012 at 10:10 AM

OK, we do live in a world that it is too easy to become jaded, that I admit. So why does it upset me when I see the obvious simply being ignored? I just picked up a supplement at the supermarket, and when I opened it, less than 1/4 of the bottle was filled. For some reason today it hit me like a wet slap. The bottle was also wrapped in plastic and affixed to a huge piece of cardboard. I've been in business school/marketing. I get the whole idea, package it so it says,"Look at me, buy me." And the amount of excess packaging on all the products in that ONE store is mind boggling when considered. Multiply that by all the stores in North America! There has been some legislation was brought in for reducing packaging size in the past, but it seems like that was more of a political knee jerk reaction. Just like the way cars got smaller for a period during the '70s energy crisis, but have gone back to big, bigger, biggest gas guzzlers ever.

So if we really are tipping on the edge of a manmade disaster, then why are we so hell bent on doing all we can to push ourselves over? IF this is a real threat, then legislation/laws need to be brought in to reduce the excess. If every manufacturer had to abide by the same rules, no one could cry foul. That is the very least that could be done to show that this is a real threat to be taken seriously. Till then we are going to consume and produce waste like there really is no tomorrow... and at this rate there might not be. —Enough Already

Friday, October 26, 2012

Posted on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 1:59 PM

You, my thought-to-be good friend, and your boyfriend had a party. After having no luck with men (either in person or online) for the last while, I finally met someone great. He and I were immediately attracted to one another, and even better, we clicked! We both agreed we wanted to get to know one another better and exchanged numbers. Then I found out he was a friend of your boyfriend's. That was fine (we could go on double dates some times?).

After over an hour of talking to the guy one-on-one, your boyfriend came over and asked to speak to his buddy privately. At first, I thought nothing of it, but this private talk went on for a half hour. When they finally departed from this talk, your boyfriend says to the guy "I got your back, remember..." Suddenly this guy I liked became really standoffish. Eventually he went home. I never heard from him again. Even when I gave him a call, he never got back to me.

When I mentioned this to you, I'm told he wasn't right for me. I assumed you meant he may have seemed like a nice guy but he was actually a creep. It wasn't that at all. He was a good guy, apparently, but we wouldn't go good together. Then you suggested I just keep finding someone online.

Are you fucking kidding me?! Why would I want to keep trolling onling dating sites when there was a perfectly good guy I met in real life?? I don't know what the fuck your asshole boyfriend said to this guy but it was obviously something horrific about me and it was enough to convince this guy (who couldn't get enough of my attention before) to avoid me like the fucking plague! You probably know what your boyfriend said and you think he did nothing wrong. Who the fuck was HE, or you for that matter, to decide who I should go out with?

After meeting creep after creep, loser after loser, I finally met someone decent. But nope, you two had to put a stop to that, didn't you?! —Still Single

Posted on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 12:44 PM

When I ask you if that will be everything today and you say yes that means you are done with your transaction and are suppose to be on your way! Don't say yes then hand me the money then say and I want this, hand me the money I reply is that everything? Once again you say yes which is a lie!! Fuck people, I know common sense is not so common these days but pay attention. For the love of god spit out your order and be done with it already. —So Sick of Idiots Taking My Last Nerve

Posted on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 12:01 PM

You never looked up. You are still oblivious to what happened. I admit, it was my fault. It was my mistake. But you never looked up. —My Vehicle Almost Killed You

Posted on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 11:19 AM

I thought it was funny when you sprayed the cyclist with your wiper fluid. But when you sprayed two more cyclist within three blocks, I realized you were doing it intentionally. —You are an Azzhole

Posted on Fri, Oct 26, 2012 at 10:45 AM

If the silent treatment is your go to way of dealing with problems, good luck ever having a successful relationship. I've got two words for you: passive aggressive. You can't just ignore people you care about, and people who care about you. Grow up. I can't read your mind. —Over It