Letters to the Editor
BettyBoop
Published Letters: 96 Editor's Choice: 9
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Cosmic Mo said it
[Read the article: I can't get home to see my mom before she dies]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]that is what has been sticking in my craw on this one. I can't help but "getting" LW. To me, his letter is all about how he cascades through life, doing exactly what he wants, and then asking the enablers around him to "forgive" him, he feels "guilty," etc. Cary fell for it and so did most people responding. What he wants is an excuse to not go to the funeral/death bed. He wants everyone to say, "you shouldn't feel guilty because you've been through so much; you shouldn't, given your financial circumstances, be bothered to attend to your mother." of course Cary told him to go to the funeral/death bed. i'm willing to bet that's not what he wanted to hear. i'll bet he doesn't go. in a few years Cary'll get another letter begging forgiveness from the same "rotten son" who never made it to his mother's funeral because: poverty. Cary will say: my son, you are absolved.
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Buck 63, I disagree
[Read the article: Who are you, Anonymous?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]The letters are great. I love the letters! esp. those that follow Camille Paglia, who, though unreadable herself, brings out the most clever of vitriol. Yes, I come back to Salon throughout my day to see how certain arguments have evolved. Often the letters are more interesting and engaging than the articles themselves--not just here, but in print pubs as well. Why? Cuz they contain emotion, opinion, bravery, wit . . . advertisers be damned!
I vote keep the anon signature, but I don't read the letters that get really nasty.
As for the Cary Tennis column, where already-down people are opening themselves up for brutal, Dr. Laura-style bashing, maybe it's not appropriate to allow anonymous posters there?
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Buck 63, I disagree
[Read the article: Who are you, Anonymous?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]The letters are great. I love the letters! esp. those that follow Camille Paglia, who, though unreadable herself, brings out the most clever of vitriol. Yes, I come back to Salon throughout my day to see how certain arguments have evolved. Often the letters are more interesting and engaging than the articles themselves--not just here, but in print pubs as well. Why? Cuz they contain emotion, opinion, bravery, wit . . . advertisers be damned!
I vote keep the anon signature, but I don't read the letters that get really nasty.
As for the Cary Tennis column, where already-down people are opening themselves up for brutal, Dr. Laura-style bashing, maybe it's not appropriate to allow anonymous posters there?
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Women don't marry guys like this
[Read the article: The artful seducer]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]In my experience, men like this don't reproduce willingly; if they slip up and make a baby, they are absentee fathers. Also, this type of guy isn't the one you bring home to mama. You might sleep with him, even be wildly attracted to him, but you won't ever expect to marry him. (You won't marry him because he won't marry you and after a while you'll figure it out and find yourself a proper man.) Anyway, to me this blows the whole caveman theory of a woman wanting this man's genes. I mean, who wants to bring this pretty boy's genes into the world, and then do the hard work of raising his children on your own while he seduces the women of the world? Please. We women aren't really that stupid.
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A doc here in town
[Read the article: Baby branding]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]is named "Dr. Coffin."
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Spent the day school-clothes shopping with my kids
[Read the article: The family jeans]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]It's cute that the author has this "stylish tomboy" fantasy about how her girl will dress. My girl insists on pink for everything. She's five. Her brother, eight, has to have "realistic" animals emblazoned on his shirt--no dragons, for they are made up; no sports logos; no cars. Today, I just let the kids decide for themselves, putting my own feelings about what colors work best with their complexions, and, most of all, my own politics and fantasies about my own body. (Oh, yes I did buy my daughter that "lil Bratz" backpack she coveted.) You have to face it: they are their own people. And in the end, they're just kids. Who cares about their style? No one. It just doesn't matter.
As for sizing, both of my kids are slim and muscular (alas, taking after their father). Everything they buy has to be substantially taken in at the waist, which I find irritating since they're both well within the normal height/weight ratios for their ages. I'm personally not interested in any movement to make kids clothes even roomier.
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I'm with you on Shouts and Murmurs
[Read the article: The women of Shouts and Murmurs]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Somehow, I blame the editors because they even manage to make funny people unfunny . . . I'm thinking about Steve Martin. In fact, I read the same lotto S&Ms that you did, and thought, wow, what is it with this, my all-time favorite magazine (I, for one, love those langorous 7,000, always beautifully written articles). But humor? Forget it. I finally decided that these folks are just too far gone on the asperger's spectrum to appreciate anything like real humor--it must be so mechanized in some way--perhaps they have quadratic equations, or complex algorithms that their humor posts must be run through. I have noticed that this is true of the highly gifted--they are very often humor impaired, interesting though they may be.
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Yeah, I could do without the explicit sex
[Read the article: I Like to Watch]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I mean, I'm not against sex. I just think it's mixing apples and oranges to combine a drama on HBO with porn. Porn is for making you horny, is it not? Do we always want to get horny? Will I have to orgasm every time I watch this show in order to get to sleep? Maybe I just want to watch a show and go to bed with a good book. I guess I won't watch this one.