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Blood on the Dance Floor

Clubbing Geluardi: I must write you to tell of my utter disgust with the article John Geluardi wrote about Derf Butler ["Clubbed," Feature, Nov. 7]. The story was based on half-truths and written with obvious malice. Mr. Butler's dubious past should never have been brought into this light. It had nothing to do with the development of Fanatics.

Mr. Butler is an outstanding gentleman and father who has made some mistakes in the past. He has turned his life around and does nothing but try to help those around him. Mistakes were also made in his attempt to bring live entertainment and sports to an area that needed a spark of life. He spent every dime he had trying to make this dream come true. As his marketing manager, I say that hip-hop programming was not part of the venue's original plan; however, it became necessary to get people through the doors to pay the bills. After trying every other possible form of entertainment, desperation precipitated the hip-hop endeavor. (A big mistake.)

The article includes some truths about the violence at Fanatics, but they are greatly exaggerated. All of the aforementioned malfeasance took place away from the club and well after we closed our doors. Every club in town has had a worse track record.

It would have been fair if you had at least mentioned the hundreds of great events we produced: the dozens of great sporting events, corporate events, fashion shows, mixers, banquets, etc., that never made it into your article.

Instead, Geluardi went for the jugular. He painted Derf as some type of kingpin, greasing the palms of crooked politicians to make a fast, unsavory buck. That is not true! Butler has a family and another well-established business that will suffer because of your third-rate, irresponsible hackery.

It is a good thing that few people of relevance pay attention to your birdcage-liner publication. You deserve to be "clubbed."

Keith Hazell

San Francisco

Knocked Up Knocked Down

Grow up, ladies: Not to detract from the quality of the article, but I am somewhat surprised that this is a cover story ["No Love for Slackers," Nov. 14]. The fact that women date slackers when they are in their twenties and then they "wise up" or "grow up" after ten years of bad decision-making — this isn't obvious?

I would maintain that despite Hollywood's evolving scripts, the jig is not up — striver girls are still into slackers as much as they ever were, especially if the striver girl is still under thirty, and still somewhat cavalier, confused, and foolish. ... A skinny unemployed hipster on a fixie or a tatted thug brings the romance and danger that youth craves, whereas a striver male, even a passionate one, doesn't carry the same cachet. Being stable and secure never does, until people grow up.

This was a fun article, boldly written and written with gusto — thanks.

Trent Berry

San Francisco

Blame The Man, not the man: Mary Spicuzza hit a home run with her tender Gen. X & Y gender analysis. And while I have hours of work yet tonight amongst myriad personal and professional commitments, in between bouts of rage against my grotesquely Peter Pan-like partner, I interrupt all to point out a major factor I believe she overlooked. 

I think we can thank our friendly neighborhood CEO for emasculating our male peers so devastatingly. As corporate consolidation has ripped through our economy these past few decades, and the Boomer fraternity clings tightly to its strongholds, the best my peers can hope to be are the disen-"franchised" owners of a freakin' Quiznos. I have long marveled how females seem innately better suited to climbing today's corporate ladder and the total personal subjugation it requires. As for the men: outsourcing, yes, has eliminated most entry-level positions, consolidation has diminished middle-management footholds, while the richest 1 percent keeps rolling up the revenues and less the recognition to fewer and fewer families. 

Business behemoths and their paradigms have robbed us of most other necessities like oxygen, clean drinking water, and many animal species. Why not young men's ambition and good-faith efforts along with them? 

Who would dedicate their lives to supporting an oligarchy? None of the sensitive, self-respecting, culturally horrified fellas I know. Not one. 

Anna Vaage

San Francisco


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