Nursing a grudge: As a member of a real fighting union, (California Nurses Assn/NNOC) I want to say that Matt Smith has done something all too rare in this story committed an act of real journalism. Good work. The kind of corruption epitomized by Andy Stern is the problem with American labor not the solution.
David Welch, RN
Stern words: Thank you for writing this this is a story that needs to get out. I used to be an SEIU member and once thought highly of Stern, but he's got to stop sucking Wall Street dick. I figure the problem is that he and his cronies are all Ivy Leaguers who spent little or no time as rank-and-file union members. They can talk a good fight, but eventually they side with their own kind.
A bitter Taste: Sure, One Taste is a cult ["Sex and Sensuality," April 4], but is that such a bad thing? How else are people going to learn the consequences of giving away their power? The article does a great job of depicting the positive things One Taste offers. What's missing is the shadow side. That deficiency makes the article a puff piece.
There are plenty of people who have been disenchanted by One Taste, and you would not have to be Inspector Clouseau to find them. However, it's not as if we were expecting the SF Weekly to hew to some journalistic standard of balance.
The thing about a cult is that its structure encourages the subordination of individual well-being to that of the cult itself, individual aspirations to the goals of the leader or collective. Daedone's goal of promoting sensual pleasure is laudable, and indeed, a much needed antidote to the widespread sexual repression of our society. Unfortunately, her ambitious pursuit of that goal takes precedence over what many would consider the best interests of One Taste community members and workshop participants.
Is a cult leader any less mesmerized and deluded than her disciples? I would say, actually, more. Despite protestations to the contrary, the charismatic and seductive Daedone is the center of the One Taste vortex. Without her, there is no One Taste. She is One Taste's Svengali, and the girls are her Sirens.
For anyone, especially a woman, wanting to cast off their old tired sexual hang-ups, One Taste might be just the place! But if you are looking for deeper connections, you might be better off looking elsewhere. There's more to life and love than pussy.
An altruistic reader responds: $2,000 for a one-week course to learn how to stroke a clit is a bit expensive. I will give lessons (or one-on-one demonstrations) for less than that.
Nunsense: It is understandable that if you are going to write about a band, then there is no point in writing something negative, but if you are going to write about a band that is absolutely horrible, then what is the point in writing anything? What possible reason could there be for writing something positive about a band that almost sucks the vomit out of you? Clearly there are many different tastes in music, but there also exists music that is universally disliked. Among this small, prestigious group is: my uncle singing in the shower, my dog farting in the wind, and the band All Teeth and Knuckles, about whom TophOne so fondly wrote in your April 4 issue ["Holy Molar!"].
Writing about a band like this is like encouraging a toddler to shit in public; what is the point in promoting something that is so obviously a bad idea? That show was so bad that there's not even any point in explaining why. They were just clearly a bad band. It would be nice to have a paper that wrote about the bands in the S.F. music scene that you could put a little faith into. I think SF Weekly is the closest thing we've got to that, but dang, you guys got to pick it up a little bit. A paper that writes about music should covet their credibility like a nun covets her virginity, so please keep better tabs on your reviewers.
Santa Cruz, Calif.