Letters to the Editor

DEAR EDITOR: Regarding the fired coach ["News Shorts," June 27], I wonder if the parents and school administrators were concerned as well by the portrait of the Ballard girls' tennis team—a passel of arrogant, spoiled, self-absorbed, self-serving, self-privileged preening brats. I found them more offensive than Aaron Silverberg's naughtiness, which came off more as a counterpoint to the girls' antics. Perhaps their parents should fire themselves, too.

DEAR EDITOR: Last month, Seattle Weekly became the paper of choice in my household for two reasons. First, Aimee Curl's in-depth cover story ["New Grit," June 20] about Seattle Public Utilities' misguided proposal to build the Safeco Field of garbage dumps in Georgetown. Aimee told the whole story, from all points of view, and in these days of sound-bite journalism, her research and attention to detail is to be highly commended and hopefully emulated by other local journalists.

The second reason is the kick-ass arts festival (Artopia) you guys sponsored in Georgetown. In one fell swoop, you tackled a very important and pressing environmental issue and at the same time showed off all of the possibility Georgetown holds for our city.

DEAR EDITOR: I picked up the June 20 edition of Seattle Weekly, expecting some interesting article relating to LGBT Pride. I was astonished that there was NOTHING along these lines.

The Weekly has been a major disappointment since the new ownership took over, particularly with the exodus of great writers like Geov Parrish, George Howland Jr., and others. The lack of any queer-related articles during Pride week reinforces the major disappointment of how far the Weekly has fallen. Your new owners and reporters have a lot to learn about what's important and interesting in Seattle.

DEAR EDITOR: In the June 20 Letters section, Frank Prohaska wrote to claim his right to heckle. Not only couldn't I agree more, but I also applaud the general tone of his letter. Everything in Seattle is set up to be an experience "that is nonoffensive to anyone." We live in a town whose unwritten motto is "everyone has a voice." Everyone is talking (at endless meetings for consensus), and nothing ever really gets done. I long for the day when people actually say what they mean, look you in the eye, and generally act like human beings and not like coddled little children who've been spared the rod.