By Chris Lane
By Jeff Balke
By Aaron Reiss
By Angelica Leicht
By Dianna Wray
By Aaron Reiss
By Camilo Smith
By Craig Malisow
In response to D.J. Wilson's "Bring on the Dancing Girls...," while we're at it why not send in the rest of the clowns and give them desktop publishing as well? D.J., your worldly critique of a particular branch of the sex industry here in Houston was irresponsible, boring and unintelligible. The shallow and cutesy butter-knife, cut-throat "P.C." sarcasm was in no way interesting, just as your "journalism" failed to be newsworthy in the slightest and most remote capacities. If you continue to roll your eyes in that manner the wind will change, and it will be apparent to all that you have big gaping holes in your head.
Ringing Liberty's Bell
I was extremely impressed by Steve McVicker's article "The Life and Death of the ACLUÓ [December 23]. I was close to the action in those days, being a very active volunteer throughout the period and an ACLU board member from 1986 to 1990. The article appeared to be very accurate and balanced. I must commend Steve on his thorough and even-handed reporting. What happened was very unfortunate for the cause of civil liberties in the Houston area and all of Texas. The staff, Helen Gros, Bruce Griffiths and Sandy Rabinowitz were outstanding, and the behind-the-scenes volunteers like Ben Russell made ACLU a bastion of liberty here.
Among the people who were helped by the Houston ACLU were a mother who lost custody and visitation rights for her daughter because a judge decided that a white woman shouldn't take her child to a black church; a woman who was fired from the Harris County Constable's office because of a political remark that was overheard by others (a case that went all the way to the Supreme Court); and a student who was threatened with suspension because he exercised his constitutional rights by circulating petitions to change the school's hair-length codes.
You're a Vedder Man than I
I'm a 16-year-old who takes music and Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder very seriously, but rarely have I found myself so offended as when I read Brad Tyer's year-end roundup [Pop Music, "End Game," December 23]. Eddie Vedder can't help it if he's commercially huge. In fact, he doesn't even like it. It's critics like you who put him in the spotlight and then complain about it. If you'd stop mentioning him, maybe he wouldn't be around so much.
I wouldn't have minded if you criticized the music. Pearl Jam's music is about more than being accepted by people like you, who could never grasp the meaning of it in the first place. Eddie Vedder doesn't make music to be on every magazine cover, but it just so happens that he is. Deal with it. Why can't critics just leave him alone? He never asked for stardom. You handed it to him, and now you reprimand him for having it?
Another thing, now making myself a critic, I think that Eddie Vedder, Anthony Kiedis and Perry Farrell have, individually, more writing talent than you could ever compile in your lifetime. Maybe you should be the one to just go away.
Brad, Brad, He's Our Man
I thoroughly enjoyed "Big Fun in Edge City" [Brad Tyer, December 30]. It verbalized similar reactions from an otherwise speechless "Inner Looper." If it had not been for the entertaining and often hilarious words of Brad Tyer, I would say it was one of the most frightening accounts of contemporary society, not to mention an appalling look at my peer group, that I have recently read. I also look forward to more full-length articles by Tyer.
I used to look forward every week to News of the Weird and Click & Clack, but I have been sadly disappointed lately. If you can't bring back Weird or Click & Clack, then at least start carrying The Straight Dope, Joe Bob Briggs's Drive-in Movie Review and Molly Ivins, like your sister paper in Dallas. There are lots of votes above and below the equator for Weird.