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I remember my father used to swear up and down that the ballplayers in the 50s and 60s were so much better than the ones today. Even as a child I recognized how idiotic this was, and told him so, and why. He could offer no counter-arguments, of course, yet he remained steadfast in his opinion. Probably because that era was just a better time, in his view, when kids were more innocent, when you earned an honest day's pay for an honest day's work, when the air was nicer to breathe (okay that one's probably true), and when ballplayers like Mickey Mantle and Willie Mays roamed the Earth. Not like today, with your internet-porn surfing first-graders and your Ken Griffey Jr.s and your smartass kids who make you feel stupid.
Some people are more intellectually honest than my father. When cornered, they'll resort to things like: players back then didn't feel the need to tip their hats after a sac fly! Which is true: Ted Williams didn't tip his hat after hitting a sac fly. He just gave the fans the finger.
Oh boy.
Seriously - did she utter a single sentence in that entire interview that we haven't heard a thousand times before? She's a concern troll who gets to make movies because her mom is famous. BORING. Better interview subjects, please.
God, I remember when Salon used to be interesting. It's been a long, long time.
Bring back King Kaufman as a daily writer, or there will be no reason to visit this site at all. Wake up, Salon. You are dying and deciding to publish stupid articles like this is the reason why.
See a psychiatrist immediately. You're depressed, but you also have a social phobia. This stuff can be treated with medicine and, like CT said, cognitive therapy. Don't wait another day. It will chance your life. I've been in pretty much the same position as the letter writer, and within a couple months of finally going to the doctor and getting help I had basically completely turned my life around.
Go to the doctor. Go to the doctor. Go to the doctor. Go to the doctor. Go to the doctor. Go to the doctor.