I really love the Reader and (almost) all it encompasses. Since moving to Chicago five years ago, I have measured my time and my interests via the Reader and all the information it gives me about what’s going down with music, movies, the neighborhoods in Chicago, and current events, localized and globalized. It’s one of the best parts of my week, sitting down on Thursday nights and figuring out what I’ll be doing the next week.
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But I’m at a complete loss for words as to why and how Liz Armstrong [Chicago Antisocial] is allotted a full page (sometimes more) for her meaningless, transparent, uber-self-absorbed attention seeking. It’s completely beyond me how a great free paper like yours (when there are wars, ethical issues, great debates, and fascinating events going on all around) will give her a full page to tell the same story week in and week out. Step 1: she goes to some party (yeah, we all go to parties). Step 2: at least two or three different guys (or girls! Bisexual! So hot right now!) tell her she’s beautiful and try to make out with her. Step 3: she punches someone or kicks someone or makes out with then punches someone (so extreme!). Step 4: have somehalf-baked quasi-cathartic one-liner at the end that’s there to make us think she was getting somewhere with the whole story and that we didn’t just read the damn thing for nothing.
I trust the Reader will bear witness to my stunning and right-on-the-mark observations, and this page will forthright be turned over to a more worthwhile endeavor. Cheers.
