Letters to the Editor
Amerigo
Published Letters: 955 Editor's Choice: 60
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@ Anonymous 10:23
[Read the article: After my husband died of cancer I found he'd been cheating]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I don't value sexual relations in the same way some do, it's so base and random, it just doesn't hold much weight for me.
Of course sex is base and random, that is the whole point. It is all to do with being wild and out-of-control and losing the sense of the ego, albeit temporarily. It is a drug, just like music, only quicker.
You women spend too much time watching The Young and the Restless and forget that it bears no resemblance whatsoever to real life. I love the way your favorite adjective to describe sex is "sleazy". We know nothing about the LW's husband's sexual affair. Maybe it was the most joyous experience of his life. Based on my own limited (ahem) experience of sex, it is never sleazy seen from the vantage point of a participant, but always sleazy when imagined by a third party.
What is particularly galling for highly educated women is that highly educated men can enjoy is just as much or more with women of all social levels. In fact sex is positively communistic and ought to banned. Oh, yes, it already is. I almost forgot.
I think we all feel for this poor LW. The woman is saying "I feel like dying" and you can't get much worse than that.
Now I don't think I can do anything to help her at this point, but an interesting question is what would it take for her to be able to get to the point where she is able to say: "Well, dang, I always knew that he was a horny bastard, but this takes the frickin' biscuit. Just wait till I see him on the other side and give him a piece of my mind. Then he will know for sure how hot hell can be."
Therapy, maybe. Time, hopefully. Reading this letter definitely.
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Misery loves company
[Read the article: I secretly hate myself]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I see the fat, ugly person they (still) tell me I am when I look in the mirror...,b>
Seeing something that is not is indicative of severe mental illness.
Now let's get this straight. Either you were fat when you were young, or you were not. If they were concerned about you being overweight, then they were acting in your best interest. Maybe they did not go about it in a very intelligent way.
They also would have had some responsibility for you being overweight as they presumably fed you as a child. They should have put you on a diet.
Now if they really continue to tell you that you are fat and ugly, and you are not, then they are nuts themselves and should be pitied, put on medication, and referred to therapists--or just euthanized, probably the kindest option.
They told me that people I thought were friends "were just using" me...
Hate to tell you this, but all parents use this trick. I think they learn it in parenting classes. Often they are right.
We are all products of our environment and our parents or those people who stand in for them form a large part of that environment.
When we reach adolescence we often get into conflict with the adults in our life. This is a natural part of growing up and developing autonomy. Sometimes these conflict continue into adulthood, especially when the parents are insufficiently sophisticated to see growing pains for what they are.
The answer is simple. Hate your parents, not yourself. Cut them off. Change your phone number. Tell them you don't want to hear from them any more.
You probably find this hard to do, because you feel it would be cruel. Deep down you probably know that they chide you because they care about you, even if they are socially inadequate.
You are a successful professional now. Judging by the personality characteristics shown, you are almost certainly a nurse, and thus behaving true to type.
You are, therefore, actually an extremely valuable person if only you could see it.
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Amy, now listen here
[Read the article: Flirting with disaster]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I don't think she is that good. She sounds rather similar to Billie Holliday, and as a songwriter she ain't no Cole Porter, whose great anthem I've Got You Under My Skin must be the greatest tribute to heroin ever written.
Being a singer, a musician, a recording artist is a demanding calling that requires meticulous attention to detail, organizational skills, and the ability to work as a team.
Winehouse's problems seem to mirror those of the young Anita O'Day, who herself did jail time for drug offences and had a lifelong problem with heroin, but even O'Day had a long period of stability in the 1950's when most of her best work was recorded.
Simple fact is that she has a severe drug problem that threatens to derail her career. Will she be the next Whitney Houston or will she be the next Anita O'Day? You be the judge.