She Loves Me? To the Editor: Lest you forget, Hilary “A-List” Swank married Chad Lowe when she was known for

She Loves Me?

To the Editor:

Lest you forget, Hilary “A-List” Swank married Chad Lowe when she was known for little more than playing Steve Sanders’ loser girlfriend and made-for-TV movies about sororities that kill [“Should A-List Girls Marry for Love?”, Sara Vilkomerson, Nov. 21]. And to imply that she should now dump her husband because she has two golden statues is inexcusable.

It’s terribly offensive to assume that because someone’s boyfriend or husband doesn’t get his name in boldface on Page Six or has a lower-status job, he is “beneath” his respective other. And I can assure you that the woman in question isn’t just dating him because of her biological need to reproduce. It is quite possible that this underemployed musician or struggling writer is actually better read, better educated, more attractive and more fun to be around than her fellow dime-a-dozen hedge-fund brokers or magazine editors—especially in New York. I salute the women who can see through the usual New York dating crap and find something more important than a societal leg up.

Lizz Westman

Los Angeles

To the Editor:

Ms. Vilkomerson wrote a funny piece of fluff, and I had to laugh after reading it. There’s always the obligatory mention of the male ego in this kind of article, and that’s fine … we’ve all got one. But what’s really funny is that every woman Ms. Vilkomerson interviewed is looking to compare herself with a man in some way: judging his position, stature, income, intelligence, ambition, maturity—whatever. This is the process that every ego uses to strengthen itself and feel superior. It’s hilarious: Women’s egos are every bit as big as men’s.

Also, how about interviewing some people who realize that love isn’t about finding someone with a list of the right traits, who meets the right criteria, who’s the right “type,” etc.? It’s first and foremost about finding someone who feels right on a gut level, who smells right, a person you are comfortable with. All the other stuff—education, job, doing something productive in life—has its place. But it comes in second to that feeling.

Ms. Vilkomerson is a pretty good writer, by the way.

Dave Jaquish


Give Me CPR!

To the Editor:

Thank you for that article “Books Are the New Black! Sylphs Tote Fat, Unread Tomes” [Simon Says, Nov. 21]. I was laughing so hard I almost needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Thanks for Mr. Doonan’s humor.

Marlene Vendittuoli


Pooper Trooper

To the Editor:

To Ms. Carrington’s snarky comment that dressing one’s child in one of Baby Wit’s “President Poopyhead” T-shirts is “using the bellies of innocent babes as their own personal billboard,” we can only argue that putting your child in a Baby Gap, Dora the Explorer or “Future Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader” T-shirt is far worse. Aren’t you saying “I support Indonesian sweatshop labor,” or “I’m teaching my child to smile, nod and talk to the TV,” or “My child has a future in mini-skirts and breast implants”?

We have no problem using our child as a billboard. We’re also using ourselves, our car, our business and anything else we can get our hands on. We’re not going to let the media stupefy us or our child into thinking that dropping bombs on and torturing the innocent civilians of a sovereign nation who did us no harm is something best kept on the down-low.

Our President is a poopyhead, and as far as we’re concerned, that’s being kind. A lot of other people out there happen to think similarly, which is why our T-shirts fly out of our punked-out garage. Twenty years from now, when the Middle East is still a mess from what this President has done, our daughter will know that at least her parents did their best to stop it: She’ll have a “President Poopyhead” souvenir.

Of course, all of this ignores the fact that the shirts are simply funny. It’s not called Baby Wit for nothing ….

Andrea Frost

Portland, Ore.

Golden Girls … and Boys

To the Editor:

Greer Garson and Laurence Olivier have few peers as actors—but doesn’t Rex Reed think they were both a bit too old to be playing Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy in MGM’s 1940 version of the Jane Austen classic [“Jane’s World,” On the Town, Nov. 14]?

Garson was 36 in 1940 and Olivier was 33.

Reminds me of Norma Shearer and Leslie Howard playing Romeo and Juliet for the same studio in 1936, when Norma was 34 and Howard was 43!! I always enjoy your column, though.

Ben Herndon

Los Angeles Letters