LETTERS

The Bottom Line
Regarding Patricia Calhoun's "The Bottom Drops Out," in the November 29 issue:
Since when is one little kid pantsing another--in gym class, no less--considered a sexual assault? This sort of thing has been going on since the beginning of time (or at least the beginning of pants).

Yes, it is the duty of the Department of Social Services to protect our children. But I also think it is their duty to use some common sense.

Henry Frankel
Denver

After reading Calhoun's latest, I came to this realization: It is much better to be her friend than her enemy.

Joe Garcia
Denver

It is time for the government to get out of our bedrooms! Those people from the Department of Social Services who interviewed that little boy should be pantsed themselves.

Thanks, Westword, for your continued writings on the topic of the child abuse industry. I particularly appreciate all the work Patricia Calhoun has done, and the recent stories by Michelle Dally Johnston.

It is time to stop the witch hunts!
Name withheld on request

The Gang's All Here
Regarding Karen Bowers's "Natural Bored Killers," in the November 22 issue:
Your coverage of the suburban gangsta-wannabe love triangle proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that stupidity, low self-esteem and neurotic psychoses can be an exceptionally volatile mixture. A more accurate title for the story might have been "White Trash Meets Gangsta: The Worst of Both Cultures." I really can't feel much sympathy for anyone involved, though. Sure, it's sad that two young people came to such pointless ends, but let's face it--even if they hadn't been shot to death, their lives were pretty much over, anyway.

What impressed me most about the reportage of this event was the unrelenting stupidity of everyone involved and the complete lack of sane adult interference. I know teenagers tend to ignore their parents as a rite of passage, but there didn't seem to be any parents around to ignore in the first place. The only parent heard was the dead girl's mother--the rest were absolutely mute. But even the one parent who seemed to know something of her child's life didn't bust a sweat to keep her "honor student" daughter from tossing her schooling out the window for a smooth-talking, two-timing mooch or explain that getting pregnant in order to keep said worthless boyfriend is the same thing as committing suicide.

Maybe this is the future of America--a land of deeply resented and unwanted adult children of teenaged parents: semi-feral, TV tube-weaned sociopathic gangbangers incapable of controlling their emotions because their own parents had no clue as to how people relate on a mature level--a 21st century where no one's emotional, intellectual and mental level ever progresses beyond that of the junior-high parking lot during lunch break.

Nancy A. Collins
Denver

Karen Bowers's story about the murderous teenagers was the most frightening thing I have ever read. What is this world coming to when life is so cheap?

Sue Burns
Denver

One passage in Cheryl Armstrong's diary was particularly provocative: "Rode bus to T's. Let him F me D-style, finally. I didn't think it was anything special."

It is becoming difficult to read the paper or watch TV without learning of new tragedies with one common theme: interracial dating. Instead of being part of some black guy's harem of white women (O.J. Simpson also comes to mind), perhaps these young white girls would be wise to consider dating within their race, even is this doesn't offer the political correctness or exotic cachet of the alternatives.

Name withheld on request

Giving Them the Bird
After reading Robin Chotzinoff's "Sex and the Single Turkey," in the November 22 issue, did anyone else have trouble looking at their Thanksgiving turkey? Thanks for giving us something to talk about--besides "those Broncos" and my lack of career plans, that is--at my family's annual gathering. At the very least, maybe next year we'll have a change of menu. Tofu, anyone?

Jay Schneider
Boulder

Bear Facts
Regarding Patricia Calhoun's "Klondike and Snow Job," in the November 15 issue:
Good thing someone else around here feels the stress caused by Klondike and Snow over the past eternity. I kept joking with my wife about how we should turn on the news to see how the bears and the Broncos are doing. Like I care anymore!

I was beginning to question my sanity when Salvador Dali's work was starting to make more sense to me than the local mainstream media. I mean, I like bears and Broncos and other animals as much as the next person, but let's put things in perspective here. It's getting to where distant relatives have to tell me about the important issues affecting this city, and to my surprise there are many. Remember the day when cute bear stories were occasionally used at the end of a newscast to try to lighten things up? I do--and I liked it, by golly.

Goodbye, Klondike; goodbye, Snow. Hello, Denver: Is anybody in there?
Thank you, Patricia Calhoun and Westword, for providing this community with a pretty darn good alternative. Because of you I can be a little less embarrassed when the relatives call.

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