Mail from our readers
I’d always considered your magazine suitable for the entire family until your Nov. 6 issue (#143). I have two sons in their early teens and do not want them exposed to Madonna’s kinky photos. I’m not opposed to adult entertainment magazines, but I wouldn’t avail my children of those either. In the future, give more consideration to your readers’ ages and maturity.
Corpus Christi, Tex.
With so many talented performers to choose from, I find it difficult to believe you put Madonna on your cover.
Madonna’s book was sold under wraps for a reason. Her photos were not meant to be shown to everyone. How can I display your latest issue in my home? You have overstepped the bounds of decency by displaying such graphic and disgusting photos. Come on, show less flesh and more class.
Delaina A. De Gree
I was shocked and somewhat embarrassed when I pulled your issue out of my mailbox to see a naked Madonna hitchhiking down the freeway. Even more shocking were the positive comments about her book. I find no merit in a book that blatantly depicts violent and sexually explicit acts as entertainment. Calling it art cannot justify this display of pornography. In reference to the stylist who called Madonna a ”very moral person”: If Madonna and her book exemplify morality, we need to rethink the values on which America operates.
Thank you for ”Sex & Money.” Societies get the cultural icons they deserve. Ours deserves Madonna — and I don’t mean that as a compliment. Keep up the good work.
Mary Anne Landers
Madonna should be ashamed of herself. Everyone knows that one shouldn’t carry a black purse while wearing white shoes!
Editor’s Note: Hundreds of readers told us — in no uncertain terms — that they felt our coverage of Madonna’s controversial new book, Sex, was unsuitable for a family magazine. The question of taste is often a sensitive one for a publication that covers a field as flamboyant as entertainment can be, and we regret that this story offended so many people.
The review of William Friedkin’s Rampage is not really a review at all but a prissy little statement of political correctness. Rampage isn’t a defense of the death penalty or an examination of whether certain psychopathic behavior is legally sane; it is a terrifying extreme-close-up portrait of a monster. To review this fierce, emotional, and spiritually challenging movie on the basis of its legal stance is the act of a critic too busy counting trees to see there’s a forest in front of him. Given the fact that this week’s issue features a nude cigarette-smoking bimbo on the cover, I guess I’m not surprised.