LETTERS

Still on the Bottom Rung



Well, there I was sitting in my den sipping rosé wine, admiring the Dmitri Vail portrait of my late father-in-law and reminiscing about my childhood in Oak Cliff when in walked my husband in his leisure suit with the bad news that the car wash had ruined his “I Found It” sticker and both the headlights on his Mercedes were burned out. I immediately told him to “chin-up” because we had been invited to dinner at Brook Hollow Country Club and our membership to Brookhaven had finally been approved so things weren’t really all that bad.

He was greatly relieved and went to check to see if he had enough change to tip the car parker while I sat down to write a congratulatory letter to our Oak Cliff friend, Bobby Folsom, on his first five months as Mayor of Dallas. My husband interrupted me momentarily to ask for the shoe polish to shine his fake Guccis while I took advantage of the interruption to remind him that we had first class reservations to Houston to attend a party for a friend who had been named a Trustee by Texas Tech. My husband, in turn, reminded me to take along my unautographed copy of Minding the Store so as not to get bored on the trip.

All these things taken care of we settled down to talk of our day and my husband was horrified to learn that the Woman’s Club had run out of seconds of stuffed avocado and I was horrified to learn that while jogging on Beverly Drive he was nearly run over by a souped-up Vega with a UT license plate.

All in all it has been a very trying day. My cat chewed up my elephant hair bracelet on the way to the “wrong” small animal vet; I got caught shopping in Simon David in a fresh tennis dress by my neighbor’s maid and then my best friend came in, caught me reading D Magazine and said, “Oh, that’s the pits. How can you be so tacky.”

Jeanne Hesser

Dallas



Yellow Journalism?



I have worked my head off selling Dallas for the Junior Symphony League on our Face of Dallas Tours. Serving on the Dallas Motion Picture Classification Board I see much that we can be thankful for living in this fine city. We have much more to offer than most U.S. cities. Why then do you dare to write your yellow journalism pertaining to all that’s either phony or downright distasteful – trash which mentions people’s names, stores or whatever you dare? Why not dwell on the good aspects of what Dallas has and other cities don’t have?

Julie Davis

Dallas



I enjoyed very much the article on the latest in kitchens and it was interesting reading to hear what eyewitnesses had to say about the assassination; also Profiles was interesting.

However, your November issue is on our coffee table, but few people would readily recognize it as the cover is missing. It, along with the even more offensive pictures in connection with the article “The Haphazard Hooker,” are in the garbage. If you must push this type article on your subscribers, then please delete the pictures! My children can’t read, but with pornographic pictures, who needs to?The media have saturated the public with the problem on Cedar Springs and a gigantic problem it is. However, there is absolutely no need to bring these pictures into our home – we get the picture without your pictures!

Mrs. Wendell Stewart

DeSoto



As a charter subscriber, I have watched D Magazine’s growth with some pride. Although I’ve enjoyed some issues more than others, there is always something interesting for me to read each month.

I have been moved by your recent articles on hunger and troubled children in our city, amused by your “Social Climber’s Handbook,” and enlightened by your eye-opening story on prostitution. The newspapers and TV stations may sometimes cover the same topics, but your coverage far surpasses anything in town.

When friends from other cities make jokes about this “dull” town I live in, I show them a copy of D Magazine. You are proof positive that Dallas can be an aware, progressive, vital city of people who want to make it even better.

Allison Keller

Dallas

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