Just wanted to give a big thank you for not plastering your current issue with pages and pages and pages (and more pages) of NXNE coverage unlike another weekly publication.

I realise that NXNE is not your event, so it makes no sense for you to give extensive spotlight to the festival, so instead you chose to write about something I personally find much more interesting — the TD Canada Trust Toronto Jazz Festival. And putting Sharon Jones on the cover (a woman with more talent in her little finger than 85 per cent of the skinny pants–wearing, beard-sporting hipsters performing at NXNE) made me very happy.

It’s so refreshing to have an alternative pickup option, especially when you’re like me and don’t give two shits about NXNE.  Derek Baker

Call your father!
Re “Here’s looking at you, Dad,” by Kate Carraway, June 18: I am not yet a father, but I quite agree it must be hard. Indeed, in an article I stumbled upon years ago, the writer noted very heavy call volumes from prisoners during Mother’s Day. Conversely, there were, and probably still are, very few phone calls made to fathers on Father’s Day. A sad reality, so by all means let’s celebrate the good dads out there doing a somewhat thankless job.  David Maharaj

The jaundiced eye of the beholder
I picked up EYE WEEKLY to read on the subway. I am interested in what is happening on Ossington. Great! “The Land of Oss” by Chandler Levack drew my eye. I was shocked by Ms Levack’s unconscious expression of her narcissism. As I read it, I wondered where I would fall in the description of the people populating this strip. Am I a douchebag, a yuppie, a 905er, an asshole, a part of a human clusterfuck? I could go on. Perhaps I am pathetic, because I was around in the ’70s, like Mr. Buddman, who is out with a younger woman. Younger woman! Shocking! I had no idea that having a good time in a popular neighbourhood would label me as anything.

Ms Levack, meanwhile, says, “so I consent. His ass is round and squishy like a stressball.” I wonder what on earth she consented to do with the squishy assed professional athlete. Was she working out her stress squishing his stressball behind? Poor guy who had anything to do with this nasty personality-disordered woman.

I was appalled at Ms Levack’s unconscious display of her lack of self-vision and her expression of a narcissistic sense of superiority  to the people she was amongst and amongst which groups she was a member. Perhaps a less screwed-up assessor of the nightlife of  Toronto would be good at EYE WEEKLY.  E. Fraser


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