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GUILTY AS CHARGED
As I was standing in line at the grocery store, I glanced at the
magazine rack and instantly fixed upon Yasmine Bleeth on a cover
(#395, Sept. 5). Slowly, I moved up to the magazine, grabbed it,
and was just about ready to buy it. Then I realized, hey, it's
EW! I subscribe to EW. It's probably at home in my mailbox. I
could only see Yasmine on the cover — and, of course, me, the ice
cream cone. Guilt? Please don't try to get me to think about
guilt; I'm quite busy enough, thank you, thinking about Yasmine.
My compliments to her and Robert Trachtenberg, the photographer,
for a great cover. It sure worked for me.
J.M.M. HARRISON
Twiggs County, Ga.
Guilty? How can anyone feel guilty about listening to
high-talent bands like Great White and Whitesnake? I was so
relieved to find ''Hair Metal,'' by Dan Snierson. I thought I was
the only soul out there left with those thoughts. Why can't we
have those days back? What was wrong with big hair, happy guitar
riffs, and videos laden with scantily clad women? Let's make
hair spray an environmental hazard once again.
MIKE GOODNOW
North Andover, Mass.
I loved the Guilty Pleasures issue! I own Bread's Anthology, and
I proudly sing along with every song (of course, this is only in
my car, when no one else is around). Everything about this album
is a guilty pleasure — including the liner notes, which give the
recipe for the perfect evening as ''this album, a jug of wine,
and thou.'' Now, that's great stuff... just don't tell anybody I
think so.
LAURA COMSTOCK
Irving, Tex.
Any sociologist attempting to pin another marker on the elusive
Generation X needs to read ''Teen-Sex Romps,'' by Chris Nashawaty,
in your Guilty Pleasures feature. No other half page grasped
such a concept so firmly (pardon the pun).
DUSTIN PADDOCK
Woodland Hills, Calif.
What a wonderful surprise to see that I'm not the only one that
views watching Remington Steele as a pleasure loaded with guilt.
Bravo, EW, for your article on stuff that's so bad it's good.
ALMA HERNANDEZ
Columbus, Ohio
Damn. you guys are on to me. I thought watching the scrambled
porno channel was my own dirty little secret.
MATT CASARINO
Wilmington, Del.
CROSSING THE 'LINE'
In your Sept. 5 issue, I was surprised to read a comment
attributed to an unnamed source regarding Terence Malick not
being able to reach me by telephone. When Mr. Malick returned to
the U.S. he would have been able to locate me by contacting any
number of my representatives. Naturally, I would have been
available to Mr. Malick and would have welcomed further
conversations, but my phone number had been disconnected due to
a number of harassing calls following its leak to the public. I
was saddened and disappointed by the statements, especially
since they were attributed to a man whose own privacy is so
fiercely guarded. In any event, I am sure The Thin Red Line will
be excellent, and I eagerly await its release.
NICOLAS CAGE
West Hollywood
