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Posted 6/7/2006

Let’s see now that Paula Campbell is on Sony she can stop the tacky Shoe City commercials and begging on 92Q (“Who Is Paula Campbell?,” May 31). Sony requires its women to strip, gyrate, and sleep with rappers. Oh, tell Paula, don’t forget to start a girl group so she can use them to build a career while using their demographics, and by all means “Dream Girl.” Any female artist who starts a career lying about her age already knows she’s too old for the record company demographics! Darn, does Paula have a daddy who can manage and help pimp her?

Sharon Wright

Developers First

Ben Forstenzer has a right to be concerned over which development comes to his community of Greenspring Trails (“Objection Overruled,” Mobtown Beat, May 31). But as one who has fought long and hard to try and stop Loyola College from hurting the entire community, my question to the recent arrival to Woodberry is, “What planet are you living on?” If the boy mayor O’Malley wants a development to go through, and the developer happens to be a major contributor to his campaign, do you honestly think that public pressure will change things? As we learned the very hard way, trees don’t vote and developers have the first crack, usually the only crack, at influencing O’Malley. With his acceptance of campaign bribes from BGE parent company Constellation Energy Group, does anyone believe that Martin gives a damn about anything other than his own political future?

Myles Hoenig

The author is a former activist for Woodberry Planning Committee and currently the campaign manager for Ed Boyd, the Green Party candidate for governor.

Slogan Warriors

Not only is the moronic new slogan that the idiots-that-be paid half a mil for generic and boring, it says nothing about our fair city, after all (“The Internet: Get in on It,” Media Circus, May 31). I would have done it for dinner for two at Tio Pepe and come up with slogans off the top of my head like “O Say Have You Seen?” or “Making Monumental Memories.”

How sad that rather than bring Baltimore together with a contest of sorts, these schmendricks spend $500,000 that could have gone to organizations like Health Care for the Homeless, etc.

Richard Crystal

Examine the Disappearing Papers

Gadi Dechter highlights Baltimore Examiner publisher Michael Phelps repeating an “urban legend” that Sun drivers are taking Examiners from their free-distribution boxes (“Everybody Loves Writing,” Media Circus, May 31).

The evidence seemingly strongly favors this theory.

Since The Examiner began publication in Baltimore, I have succeeded in actually acquiring fewer than half the issues published. I start my mornings a little later than most persons, true (around 9-9:30 a.m.), but six days a week I have routinely scoured anywhere between 10 and many dozens of Examiner boxes throughout my part of town and anywhere my travels take me in the city, to routinely find empty Examiner boxes. I actually have better odds of finding The Examiner in Laurel or Ellicott City than in Baltimore.

Furthermore, I have witnessed other persons taking papers from an Examiner box twice. In both instances, the females involved took the entire contents of the boxes (10 or 15 copies). In both cases, I yelled to the women from a short distance away to “Hey, can you leave me a copy?” or “Hey, leave one for someone else!” Both requests earned me an angry middle-finger salute.

The evidence says one of three things is happening: The Examiner is quite popular; The Examiner is failing to adequately distribute what papers it prints; or there is an active effort to remove the papers from distribution by others for whatever reason. Given my own personal experience, it’s hard for me not to believe in the latter.

Alexander D. Mitchell IV

Black and White on the Eastern Shore

I would like to respond to Christina Royster-Hemby’s recent article about racial segregation in Chestertown (“Shore Lines,” Sizzlin’ Summer, May 24). I am a recent graduate of Washington College—even more so, I am also a past resident of the town. Living off-campus for the last three years of school, I supported myself by working as a delivery driver for Domino’s Pizza. Being a Domino’s girl gave me a much deeper and more personal understanding of the town’s racial dynamic.

I have talked about the segregation that still exists in Chestertown and was happy to see it recognized. I’ve been to Calvert Heights, I’ve been to the trailer park across from the gas station with homes that are still barely standing. I’ve been to Butlertown, where black people hang out on the street around a stop sign because they have nowhere else to go. These families know me and I know them. Every time I had to deliver pizza to Calvert Street (which is much worse than Queen Street or Water Street—I’m surprised she didn’t mention it), I would lock my door and keep my head down. Cops would park on Calvert Street just to make sure everyone was peaceful.

A few questions, though—when Ms. Hemby interviewed Margo Bailey, why didn’t she mention that she was the current mayor? Was she asked not to? Also, was Ms. Hemby aware of organizations like the Kent Family Center that focus on outreach and counseling for needy families in Chestertown? I interned there for a semester, and they do a lot of wonderful things for Chestertown residents, such as rebuilding homes and providing transportation to and from doctor’s appointments for young unwed mothers.

This article just really reached out to me and I felt compelled to respond. Please pass this on if possible. Regards,

Stacy Schapiro

Staff writer Christina Royster-Hemby responds: Margo Bailey was identified as mayor of Chestertown in an early draft of the story, but that fact was inadvertently omitted before the article went to press.

Get Shorty

In last week’s Short List (May 24), Jess Harvell made short work of two upcoming shows. Specifically the 25 ta Life and Unsane shows, on Wednesday and Thursday, respectively. Now, while I may be inclined to agree on some points with regard to 25 ta Life, I don’t believe it is the music editor’s job to venomously infuse his own personal loathing for a band or genre into a calendar of events. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that would be more suited to a review of a band. Additionally, I think it is an aberration for a music editor of any sort to effectively tell people “don’t go to this shitty show to see this shitty band.” Yeah, yeah, I don’t think anyone’s going to read your column and decide not to go just because of your overbearing derogatory wordplay, but damn, man, we can’t all be on T.I.’s jock.

Jen Swanson

What About the Black Homeless?

I want to know if this is a major issue because there are a lot of homeless people in Baltimore (“Making Do,” Mobtown Beat, May 10; “Moving on Down,” April 12). Why write a story about this particular couple? I just would like to know what is so amazing about them. I mean, I see a lot of homeless black people, and they don’t get an article in the paper. It seems like if it’s about white people it’s important. I don’t see the big deal. OK, they are homeless, trying to make a living. So are hundreds of other homeless people.

Traeauna Harris

Cover Buskers, Not Balties

Why not leave examining the minutiae of bad prep-school hairstyles (“The Balti,” April 19) and foam-rubber sword duels (“Sword Play,” May 10) to other tabloids? I seem to remember reading pertinent features in City Paper once upon a time.

On a semirelevant note, run a piece on Tommy Buckets. The people need to know.

Mason Monroe

Editor’s note: Russ Smith is out of town this week, so Right Field does not appear in this issue of the paper. But never fear—it will be back next week.

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