LETTERS

Can I just say how much I hate your column Wink?

As a woman, not only do I find it completely offensive, redundant, and the scope of emotions explored boring, but it basically captures and regurgitates everything I felt going through junior high—just fueled with more expensive liquor than Mad Dog 20/20.

I completely understand the appeal of the column to women, but come on. Let's face it, it's old. This column would never fly in a town like New York or Chicago or Seattle because women in these towns are just more, well, attuned and educated to how men and women really work and think. I'm not stupid, I've had plenty o' go-arounds with guys, but please, maybe out of all of them, I can actually say I gave a shit about two of them? When you're talking about love, you're talking about falling in love, and it takes a lot more than some smooth talk and a plate of fried appetizers at the Roadrunner to justify a column. Unless, of course, he had a big dick.

I have few girlfriends and the reason is this ... long ago, I discovered I don't like women. I am the kind of girl who doesn't spend a lot of time and money blowing out her hair, getting mani-pedis and absolutely spending every single f--king minute of my day going over the minutiae of every single drunk mofo I pick up. Why? Because it is such a huge waste of time, resources and minutes of your life you spend obsessing over balding, fattening, blowhards. ... Hey, recognize things for what they are and let it go. Maybe that's why I have a few awesome girlfriends who understand when and why it is appropriate to go ga-ga over someone, and when a f--k is a f--k.

And the rest of 'em? I still see 'em fighting it out over the investment bankers in Tribeca. But the good ones, the interesting ones—the guys—will still wanna get drunk, listen to Old 97's, have coffee and stay in bed all day—the guys who are writing a play, a novel or a song and who don't hate women—and they're actually interested in you? Now, that's romance. And that's something Vegas, in all its sordid, superficial stupidity, is still capable of. ... I'm just sick of not hearing about it.

Nice work.

I found it by accident.

I have to say something about the article "The Puncher" (about the filming of the next Rocky picture) in the December 15 issue of the Weekly, because someone has to set the record straight. When I first picked it up I thought I was going to read a nice piece on what it was like being on the set of Sylvester Stallone's new movie, which I happened to attend as an extra, as well. But your writer, Rachel Heisler, did a slam job that was not warranted.

First of all, it is not called The Puncher; it is being referred to as Rocky Balboa. Next, the light heavyweight champion's name is Antonio TARVER, not Tarvis, as she refers to him. [Editor's note: See our correction in last week's issue.] And as far as Stallone's "old man flab," that degrading remark was the last straw. The man is 60 years old and is in better shape than more than half of the American population combined, and he is a very talented, driven individual who I had the pleasure of conversing with. Turns out he's a helluva guy as well.

As for the rest of it, obviously this woman knows nothing about the way things work in the motion picture industry. Yes, there is a lot of waiting between takes. That's so they can review the last piece of footage and find out what needs to be tweaked (especially in a complicated fight scene such as they were filming for Rocky Balboa).

She goes on to complain, complain, complain about her entire day as an extra. I just want to say that someone who admittedly knows absolutely nothing about the Rocky franchise probably shouldn't be doing slam pieces about it. Oh, and by the way, if you cannot spell, there's a wonderful little thing called "spell checker" on most word-processing programs. I suggest next time you use it, or at least proofread your article.

To set the record straight from a writer who really does have journalistic integrity, it was an interesting experience to be onset that day. The crowd was as excited as if it were a real boxing match, because Stallone and Tarver made it look that damn good. Stallone was a stand-up guy who thanked the crowd for their energy. All around, it was a worthy experience.

I realize we all have different ways of seeing things, and we all have our opinions, but someone who is that opinionated should probably do some research first about the topics she is covering, otherwise it just sounds like a whole lot of whining. To me "The Puncher" was way too punchy. And that's my two cents.