Pointing fingers
Dear Mr. McGonigal,
I saw your article on masturbation songs in the issue of 2/11. I am a fan of Pink. There is no song called "Fingers" on the I'm Not Dead album. There is a song on there called "U + Ur Hand." That seems to be about masturbation. Maybe that is what you are thinking of.
Sincerely,
Frank Podsadlo
Editor's note: Actually, "Fingers" is on the "Platinum" edition of the album.
Educational genocide
Curt Guyette's DPS follow-up garnered some thoughtful responses from readers.
Reader bebow says: New Detroit's arrival has prompted a sudden, burning urge to correct a system that produced 40 years of educational genocide. Clawing our way out of this trick bag will raise issues many aren't eager to address. There will be questions. There will be embarrassment and outrage. There will be lawsuits.
Are we willing to face the devastating reality of educational genocide together and take bold corrective steps, with thousands of casualties in the pipeline and two prior generations floundering at home, on the streets, or in prison? What will we do with thousands of damaged students in the DPS pipeline? Push them through? Fix the mess we made of their lives? Send students back to the second grade for a do-over? No one speaks of what will come after the reset button is pushed.
"A Tale of Two School Systems" beckons. The EAA is an opening gesture. (Who signs up to enroll their children in the district's worst performing schools? Who signs up to engineer and operate something so morally depraved?) New Detroit is not entitled to a superior, separate and unequal, public education. What's good enough for black Detroit is going to have to be good enough for New Detroit. Moral correctness going forward is strongly advised.
And the thunder rolls
Michael Jackman's post on "Garthlock 2015" really got some thundering comments.
Reader Harry Palmer says: Just wait till that new hockey arena is plopped down on the corner of Woodward. Next to the ballpark, the Fox, Fillmore, and Ford Field, and two or more of those places are having events on the same night, which will be more often than we realize. Gotta love the urban planning.
Reader Steve says: I can't wait for the day when the streets of Detroit are filled with 80,000 pop-up noodle shopgoers instead of suburban Garth Brooks fans. Then all will be right in the world.
Lynn Blasey says: Those drivers that made it off the freeway (that I encountered) were utterly terrifying to be on the streets with.
One car, driver obviously scared to be on the surface streets of Detroit, sped through stop signs and swerved around cars like a bat out of hell headed toward downtown. Another was super confused and lost so of course he just stopped in the middle of the street looking down at his smartphone trying to figure out where to go. He didn't even bother pulling over to the side of the road. Countless others rolled through red lights and stop lights without even looking for oncoming traffic.
Reader Jeff says simply: Quit your bitching.
