Airbnb gets a Fort York condo to lay down arms. Management of one Fort York condo tower is participating in Airbnb's “Friendly Buildings Program"—which gives opponents a clear landing strip for criticism about how the company operates.

Dalhousie student is now set up to be a face of “free speech.” Masuma Khan, a student union VP, will no longer face disciplinary action because of a complaint over a Facebook post in which she said “white fragility can kiss my ass.” The flap supports the notion that people of all political stripes risk being suppressed by overprotective policies.

“I really don’t care about a stupid football mirror.” The Handwork Department, a vintage shop on Danforth East, was under fire after an Instagram post promoting a circa-1968 piece with the logo of the Kansas City Chiefs. Store owner Maggie Krawzyk then posted an apology with a video of it being removed. She's wondering if it should be donated to a museum “as an example of a racist item.”

Parents try to pump down the Rosedale Jam. More than 60 people turned out to ponder how to curb youthful enthusiasm for rogue park parties—even though the Toronto Star's attempt to unmask their midtown blogging enabler was unsuccessful.

Dan Rather goes to Rosedale. The longtime CBS anchor once had an understudy in ex-VJ J.D. Roberts—at least until both guys ended up unceremoniously leaving the network. (The job now belongs to Buffalo native Jeff Glor.) So, while Roberts is busy representing Fox News at the White House, Rather's current gig involves hanging out with Geddy Lee. Rush's bassist was flattered enough to show off his baseball memorabilia after the promotional duties were out of the way.

Edgar Wright is proud of redefining the face of cinematic fright. A Baby Driver scene where three bank robbers wear Mike Myers masks (instead of Michael Myers ones) came about because the director couldn’t get clearance to do an homage to Halloween. As a result, the international man of mystery is proving more popular across America than any conceivable Toronto costume.

Michael Coren’s repeated Twitter joke had a secret agenda. This week, more than 300,000 people liked or retweeted a quip about sex-ed that Coren recycled from a few times before—a point he didn't take well to having pointed out. But the occasional unkind reply provided grist for his Walrus tirade about how Twitter only wants you to hate: “It’s a little like the road rage you feel in your car, where the weak feel powerful and the cowardly brave, because they cannot see their victim or target and assume that the person they are attacking cannot and will not ever hit them back,” he writes with sizeable self-awareness, having spent years shouting at distant adversaries over the airwaves.