Dear Editor,
When I read the views expressed in the April 3 Star Report, I was both appalled and saddened. At first, I thought some sort of sick joke was being made that I didn’t get. Maybe there was, but I still don’t get it.
What is funny about this poorly worded gem, “Yeah, that they can treat you bad or be an alcoholic but not running planes into buildings?” Nothing. If anything, the author and the editor need to have a sit-down about subject-verb agreement.
Poor grammar aside, I’d like to sound off on the so-called “nice-guy” cliche and a little thing called being shallow.
So, nice guys are boring, right? If the only thing that interests you is being treated like dirt and praying dirt doesn’t get old, then you are not only boring, but shallow and sadly misguided about what constitutes a good relationship. Only an extremely shallow and fickle person could be so emotionally unstable that they seek an asshole or an alcoholic to give them a sense of worth or accomplishment. And only a Grade-A flake could actually be dissatisfied if their asshole or alcoholic mate ceased to be an asshole or an alcoholic.
I would like to feel sorry for those who find themselves in a relationship with a non-personality like Star, but then again, they are probably assholes.
Chances are that they met at a club where, except for a minority of clubbers who claim to go merely to relieve stress, the only priority on most people’s minds – sex.
Something tells me that the asshole got what he wanted and is no less an asshole for having dated such a wise woman who is so experienced in bad-boy reform.
So, it’s all about the game, right? Sure, marriage is no big deal. Go ahead, try one on for size and if you think it makes your ass look big, just return it like at Wal-Mart, no questions asked.
How can you expect an asshole, who has probably been a jerk for much longer than the five minutes you’ve known them, to turn into a regular prince charming just because you are on a crusade to build up your ego?
Furthermore, if you two moral exemplars are lucky enough to get married, what are the chances that the union would actually last? I’d say slim to none, so don’t even bother.
And if you do get hitched, for god’s sakes, don’t reproduce.
Frankly, I think the Star Report is a mockery of the East Tennessean and a grave disservice to the many women who refuse to perpetuate the “nice guy” cliche, and have something that the Star Report obviously lacks – personality.
Brad Harris

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