Letters to the Editor
Quiet Type
Published Letters: 656 Editor's Choice: 32
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Prostituting our own common sense.
[Read the article: Have I ruined my karma by sleeping with prostitutes?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I predict a couple thousand more letters of this type as we sink into recession followed by depression.
Crappy job, no job, home foreclosure, no college for your kids, untreated illness? The Oily Class is going to LOVE this self-blame stuff.
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The wives are more puzzling to me.
[Read the article: Spitzer to resign Monday night?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I'll never understand the protocol of humiliated wifey standing there with a faraway expression and a thumb up her butt when the horny hypocritical husband gets caught.
Is that a requirement from the Constitution or something?
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Can't get past this concept:
[Read the article: Who cares if Eliot Spitzer hires prostitutes?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I'm just trying to figure out exactly how hollow a human being you have to be to pay several thousand dollars for an hour of sex.
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Please be a little careful.
[Read the article: I only feel alive when I'm in danger]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Well, considering that the whole planet is hurtling toward implosion, I'd say the LW is just stepping it up a notch and getting some kicks along the way.
Or maybe this is a more adrenaline-based form of the more mundane self-cutting phenomenon, where the sufferer makes the body miserable to relieve the mind.
On some level I can understand the impulse to flirt with death to feel most alive. One thing, though. LW may see death as no particularly big thing, just a big, cozy sleep, but try catastrophic spinal injury on for size. Take a trip down to your local rehabilitation center one day and just hang out in the lobby for a bit. It's a shocker, let me tell you. You'll see defeated, beautiful young men who will never again so much as stand up, imprisoned in a wheelchair through motorcycle accidents, shootings, and general fate tempting. And then realize what's going on on the upper floors. That's where the hopelessly injured guys who will never even sit again hang out, or should I say, lay down.
Anyway, have fun, go nuts, but try to stay in one piece.
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I can hum a few bars of that.
[Read the article: The bowel movement]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I don't even have to read the article. Zach Braff and the Scrubs cast sang it all: "Everything comes down to poo..."
(It's on youtube and it's hilarious.)
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Requiem for a dream
[Read the article: John McCain runs for George Bush's third term]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I have this sick, sick feeling that none of the rational reasons to kick McCain to the curb are going to kick in this November.
Instead, the truly insanee self-immolation that is going on within the Democratic party is going to hand this election to him on a silver platter.
I am truly nauseated by the prospect and to tell the truth, deeply despondent.
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Our shallow goes deep.
[Read the article: Misadventures in logical reasoning -- and lessons learned from the Spitzer scandal]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Bottom line for particularly successful men of the Democratic party: The GOP will use anything, ANYTHING to get them out of office, and sex works best in a culture stuck in an eighth grade mentality.
This is America, land of American Idol watchers who believe this is what matters.
Eliot Spitzer and Bill Clinton are extraordinarily smart people, but not smart enough to grasp this simple concept.
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I came, I saw, I coveted her nose.
[Read the article: Spitzer's escort's MySpace: Meet Ashley Alexandra Dupre]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]She has a very cute nose. I would like to purchase one like it.
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Her own 15 minutes
[Read the article: Mirror, mirror on the Wall]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I've decided that Silda is eating this up, which is why she's come on stage twice and seems to have a pretty good handle on that looking into the camera thing. This is the only 15 minutes she herself is ever going to get, and this primes the pump for her book, Oprah appearance, made-for-tv movie and general leveraging of name and face recognition.
See? There's always a happy ending.
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we don't actually "care"
[Read the article: Mirror, mirror on the Wall]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Why do we care? Speaking for "me," not "we," I don't. It's just a little cultural oddity that charges up the old neurons for a day or so, until a new neuron-charger comes along (typically within 24 hours). Just relatively interesting, temporary convo fodder, that's all.
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So romance isn't dead, it's just death.
[Read the article: Bush "envious" of U.S. troops in Afghanistan]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]So pain, fear, discomfort, death -- these things are romantic. I'm thinking I'm not too envious of Laura Bush!
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desi_grrl
[Read the article: For Ashley Alexandra Dupre, selling music beats selling sex]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I didn't read the article and didn't realize there's a link to hear her radiant talent; I just started reading the letters out of curiosity. As a female who didn't have to grow up with this syncophantic shit, all I can say is, desi_grrl, I am really, really sorry.
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Confession
[Read the article: What's the matter with kids today?]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I don't know about teens, but I have to admit that hanging out on the computer (too much) has reduced my capacity to focus on books. It's actually pretty troubling to me.
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Prime Time
[Read the article: I Like to Watch]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]"Cheesecake Factory" - LMAO!!!
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Doggie Consciousness
[Read the article: I'm living in filth!]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Look, you can keep buying carpets till kingdom come. Certainly, don't bother spending a dime or a moment on attempting to clean this current one. Your dogs think it's their bathroom, and I had a neighbor with this problem so I know firsthand this current carpet is beyond hope.
Level with your landlord, though I'd be concerned that he'll want you OUT once he realizes your dogs have probably ruined the floor underneath, as well. (Don't your neighbors pitch a bitch about the smell?)
If your landlord will still have you, yes, pop for new carpeting.
BUT you are going to ruin this next carpet, and ruin the next place you live, unless you start to realize how dogs function. Your dogs think your apartment is their bathroom-- they are returning to that smell instinct over and over.
You have GOT to get to a dog training expert to rewire your dogs' interpretation of the indoors as their outdoors. All else is futile and you may have to give them up if this can't be corrected.
One thought: If these are little chihuahua-type guys, use those Pee Pads people buy for apartment living. But you'll still have to train the dogs to use them correctly.
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I tuned in too late to hear the explanation.
[Read the article: Charlie Rose suffers black eye in saving MacBook Air]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]I just assumed he'd taken a beating on Bear Stearns stock.
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That face
[Read the article: Another day, another sex scandal]
[Read more letters about this article: Here]Did you catch the swearing-in ceremony? Mrs. Paterson's face was twisting in the strangest way; I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked like she was about to burst out laughing.
Looks like the thought of Eliot out and David in despite somewhat related nastinesses was giving her a giggle.