Bare breasts invite to sex
I would like to formally invite Kyla Dixon-Muir and her sweaty torso into reality (NOW, July 24-30).
This "it's too hot to wear a shirt" routine is so puerile, I doubt that even the drooling adolescent boys she whines about are buying it.
Women are equal to men and have the right to remove their shirts if they wish, absolutely. However, equal does not mean identical.
Breasts are a secondary sex organ. In Western culture, they pretty much always have and probably always will symbolize getting it on, and rightly so.
None of this should be news to anyone, least of all the editors of Now who chose such a fine rack to adorn the article in question - one would guess to attract readers. In fact, the only person who seems unaware is Dixon-Muir, who has perhaps been out in the sun a little too long, baring her breasts, but not "in any sexual way."
Kurt Krumme, Toronto
Message from OCAP: F U
It seems now feels we deserve a "boner award" for, as you put it, "trashing... three golf greens" at the site of an Ernie Eves fundraiser (NOW, July 24-30). If they gave out awards for unfounded and irresponsible allegations, you'd be in the running for a prize yourselves.
It is a straight fact that OCAP didn't plan any such action or know of it until we read the papers the next day. We simply organized a picket of the revolting event. We don't know who took it upon themselves to damage the course.
I suspect you would be a little more cautious about hurling around things you can't prove if you were dealing with the, Toronto Police Association or some other body with resources and connections to the establishment.
Politically speaking, it's true we don't share your horror over some elite golfing turf getting churned up.
Over the objections of NOW and other squeamish sorts, we seek to build resistance to the Tories. We reject your notion that the best way forward is to keep things down to weepy appeals and restrained indignation in the hope that the McGuinty Liberals can come in and take up where Eves left off.
When it comes to the advice you offer us on how to fight poverty, defeat the Tories or defend ourselves in court, we really don't care what you think.
John Clarke OCAP organizer, Toronto
Art's backseat drivers
robert priest shows by his dia-tribe against Greg Gatenby (NOW, July 24-30) that he belongs not to the league of poets but to those backseat drivers of the arts, the club of the Bacchantes.
When Greg Gatenby chose to honour the late Judith Merril, he did that which in my books pays the debt for all "sins." Judy was a great woman. Greg is a great man.
Priest is a vulture who mistakes propaganda for poetry. No man who harbours the malice he has stored in his soul either loves peace or has it in his heart.
Reg Hartt, Toronto
Paying to get tinkled on
letter writer bruce robertson is profoundly skeptical that "a hot 20-something would pay to have sex with a man (Gerald Hannon) close to 60" (NOW, July 24-30). I should think this might be slightly less peculiar than paying someone to tinkle on you.
What bothers Robertson, of course, is age. As a geezer of more than 60 myself, I resent the insinuation that I couldn't possibly be of interest to anyone a third my years.
It's not so much that I'm available for cash, either on- or off-line; I just don't like the idea of being shelved by non-believers like Robertson.
Geoff Rytell, Toronto
Why Mae Martin rates
what's wrong with you, now? mae Martin deserves to be included in your list of teens taking over, Toronto (NOW, July 24-30). Her sketch troupe, the Young and the Useless, is nominated for a Canadian Comedy Award. She's currently performing in Lost Weekend, to which you gave a four-N rating, and she's constantly performing with some of the best comedic actors in the city. She's not just taking over, Toronto, she's rocking it. David Shore, Toronto
The Better Way? Hah!
re broke-down transit (now, july 24-30). Riders are tired of taking The Trashy Way to work., Toronto cannot even run a Toonerville railroad, the TTC, let alone an Olympic Games.
Public transport in, Toronto was torpedoed 30 or 40 years ago, when the TTC failed to expand the subway system as, Toronto grew and when it decided to go with the cheapest possible equipment. Sadly, that ship is almost sunk today!
Riding the, Toronto subway is akin to riding a Flintstone car. The tracks are gouged from flat-spotted subway car wheels. The result is a roller-coaster ride worthy of Canada's Wonderland.
More money is spent on electricity to overcome this friction than would be spent properly maintaining the wheels and tracks. Subway cars will need to be replaced sooner at a much higher cost due to this extra pounding they must endure.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg.
Mike Brassard, Toronto
Steven Davey proves once again, with his review of Barrio (NOW, July 24-30) that he's just a little old lady who needs to retire and make room for a reviewer who can do the job properly.
R-e-v-i-e-w, not bitch. Barrio is a tapas bar, and Davey complains that one dish, the ravioli, would cost $36 were it made into an entree. Hello! It's tapas!
I'm amused that he didn't cry about the wine not being the "usual" 1-to-4 ratio between glass and bottle. It cracks me up when he does that. I love it!
Hey, maybe you should do a column where you tell everyone where they can fill up on good bread for free, Steven. Yeah, that'd be cool.
I speak for everyone in the world when I say I'm tired of Jurassic Davey and I'm tired of that Illiterate 'Vice he's been dragging around the city with him. Do us all a favour and stick with what you know.
Georg Suvari, Toronto
Feeding food guy rat poison
olivia sure took a severe beating in Now's Jeckyll-and-Hyde review (NOW, July 17-23).
Reading such a personal swipe, one might think your reviewer had been fed rat poison. I happened to be there the night he licked his plate clean. I suppose his review could have been a reflection of how incensed he was when asked to move his bicycle from the rose bushes.
Alannah Myles, Toronto (sometimes)
Groening a groan
I am a long-ago fan of life in hell. I have enjoyed the goofings of Binky, Akbar and Jeff et al. for years. But I think the comic has bottomed out. And with all due admiration, Matt Groening has had his share of column space.
I implore you to give that space over to other non-syndicated artists. It could even be a visiting artist/open-mike-type space.
You could do a lot for un- and under-exposed artists. Whaddaya say?
Doug Moore, Toronto
Tire on sacred ground
after reading keeper of the light (NOW, July 17-23), I'm wondering if perhaps Robert Priest could sprinkle some holy water on the Church and Yonge Street land mentioned, thereby rendering it sacred ground?
After the ceremony, perhaps Canadian Tire would rotate its position on the towers and at least offer one penthouse suite to Gordon MacNamara and other artists so that they could continue to create beauty.
Think of all the possibilities. With a 25-storey view of the city, they could be inspired to do a rendering of the towers of Babel - Canadian Tire-style. Rather than charging these artists rent, CTC could write off this unit as a charitable donation in support of the arts in, Toronto.
In fact, they might even consider offering discount "lube" jobs to any motorists whose palms haven't already been greased by whatever legislation allowed for this zoning aberration.
Carol Akasike, Toronto
Throwing pies illegal
the first three-quarters of took- er Gomberg's article on pieing (NOW, July 17-23) was silly but mildly amusing.
The last quarter attempted to be serious. This is where the problems started. Gomberg asserts that pastry-hurling is a political statement, not a criminal act.
Gomberg's further assertion that this act is protected by the Charter then becomes ridiculous since all rights in the Charter are subject to reasonable limits, and the commission of a criminal act surely is such a limit.
Finally, Gomberg states that we do not know the reason for the protest/assault because of that favourite left-wing bogeyman, the "corporate-owned media." The media does not print such things for the same reason that sports broadcasts no longer show nude, drunken fans who charge the field and belly-flop on home plate. It's because rewarding idiots by granting them the attention they so crave encourages further idiocy in the future.
Come to think of it, if my logic is correct, we can no doubt look for further articles by Tooker in future editions of NOW.
Eric Freedman, Toronto