Another satisfied ignorant geek: What a superb article ("Inner Demons," Jan. 24)! I'm a football geek but was thoroughly ignorant about the XFL until recently. I've perused the Internet since and haven't seen anything as thought-provoking and entertaining. Thanks.
Your journalistic priorities are just fine: You've totally screwed up my journalistic priorities. Today I pick up the Chron, Guardian, and SF Weekly. I put down the first two papers, unread, and start on Dog Bites. The bus comes. I get on, and I'm still reading your column. Discover I left the Chron and Bay Guardian at the bus stop. It's kind of sad to think that now my total Wednesday news input consists of your column. Big responsibility for you. Saves time for me.
Cats never come when they're called: Ouch! District 6 Democrats don't want Supervisor Daly to feel awkward, we demand that he feel sinful ("The Great Uninvited," Dog Bites, Jan. 31). That's what our Mardi Gras celebration honoring the supervisor is about, and an acknowledgment of the good work he is doing on behalf of the people of District 6. Yes, we endorsed his opponent, Chris Dittenhafer; however, Chris Daly was our second choice. He is now our first choice whether we like it or not. He is our supervisor, and we intend to work with him to better District 6. It is having your crow and eating it too.
And as far as Laurel "Dog Bites" Wellman's invitation, here it is: Do come ... be bad ... be very bad ... just do not come as a dog ... you can wear your catwoman ensemble. Meoww.
President, District 6 Democrats
Move It or Lose It
Highway robbery: I enjoyed your story about the Great Highway ("Delete the Sea Walls," Matt Smith, Jan. 24, which proposed moving the Great Highway to help preserve Ocean Beach). I seem to recall that about 15 to 20 years ago, the city planned to revamp the GH in connection with the Super Sewer project. It was originally planned to eliminate the median and change the GH from a ramrod-straight parkway to a gently winding road among the dunes, with plantings of native grasses, etc. It sounded quite promising. Unfortunately, the NIMBYs along la playa were able to scotch the project. The reason was supposedly that they were afraid car lights would shine in their bedroom windows at night because of the roadway's shifting direction, and they were afraid of cars going out of control and careening into their neighborhood. So we will continue spending $400,000 per year because any attempt to change anything in this town will be met with outraged NIMBYs.
Attack of the Marina People
We haven't felt we-love-peopley in years: Although I found your article on "the Marina People" somewhat interesting ("Forgive Me, for I Live in the Marina," Postscript, Jan. 24), I question your purpose in writing this story at all. In a city where the marketplace is in a shambles and housing is so difficult to find, I find it embarrassing that San Franciscans, in all of their cosmopolitan/open-minded/we-love-peopleness, give two hoots about where people live.
An outstanding Marina resident: I think I am the only black man who lives in the Marina. I'm certainly the only one I see. And when I tell people where I live, you can almost hear the wheels whir as they try to figure out how to ask the question. How did you (black, presumably not as rich as I am) get to live there? By the way, the answer is that I was honorarily white for a few years due to the woman I lived with, so normal obstacles concerning chromatically concerned landlords or overly aggressive credit checks mattered little. When she left, I inherited the apartment. Now I like to call myself Double-Take Dan, as I stride through the streets of my neighborhood, people look twice trying to figure why I might be there. I don't know, do you think San Francisco has a fund for diversity enhancement coordination? Maybe I could get a stipend for ensuring that no part of the city appears segregated.
Warning: High Fat Content
Trash talk: I sat down to write you a letter about your trashing of the size and height ordinance ("As a Matter of Fat," Jan. 17) and looked up the word "trash." Appropriately it is "to injure or destroy something (or someone) maliciously." I cannot think of any better word to describe your article. The height and weight ordinance was supported by hundreds of people throughout the city. Two extensive [public] hearings were held. Not one objection was raised!
Discrimination against people based on weight and height exists throughout our culture. Our stories are identical. As young children, we were healthy and active. Then parents, doctors, and others decided we were "too fat" and put us on diet after diet. Yet each time we lose weight, we gain back more. We feel hopeless and suicidal. When we stop dieting, we finally stop gaining weight and gain back our self-esteem.
Carole S. Cullum
The weight of the world: I am a fat person. I have dieted for the majority of my time on this globe. I am still fat. I bear scars inside that will never heal from the rudeness and random hatred of others, aimed at my physical form. Fat phobia and fat discrimination are very real in this country, your fair city not excepted. Perhaps the next time you think of insulting a fat person, you will allow kindness to lighten the burden they carry with a kind word or a smile instead.
Brian E. Lyons
Perk up -- we recycle: I found the article to be highly biased and mean-spirited. In fact, I think it went a long way toward making the point that fat people are discriminated against. San Francisco's protection from discrimination based on body size and height was yet another reason to love your city and hold it up as an example of an enlightened and compassionate community. Your article, on the other hand, was benighted and hurtful. It saddens me that ink and bandwidth are wasted on such retrograde thought.
In our hearts, we need a Snickers: Overweight people do deserve to be loved and accepted as they are -- as we all do. However, those who are very overweight may need to begin with loving themselves enough to make better choices in selecting fresh fruits, vegetables, and other natural foods over the taste of blood, sugar, grease, and other components of the standard American diet -- and to get regular exercise. Ultimately, it is not about weight per se but about health and the happiness that comes from doing what we know in our hearts is best for us.
Fat an unchangeable, "immutable" condition? Although it can be painfully difficult to change one's eating habits and way of life, with vision and determination it can be done.
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Also, the photograph in last week's Night Crawler should have been credited to Jim Robbins.
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