She printed a letter from some housewife about Raver gatherings.
The whole column was a long tirade about how -ALL- Ravers were chem-addicts, and how -ALL- the promoters and -ALL- the security look the other way.
She also warned parents to look for “warning signs” of Ecstacy-use. Including (I don’t have the article in front of me, so I can’t remember them all) “Paraphenelia like pacifiers and glow-sticks.”
Huh? I thought those were ‘symbols’ of Ravers, not symbols of Ecstacy.
Landers is starting to get out of touch with reality when she prints garbage like this. She’s just become an old hag who’s advice is out of focus. How old is she now? About a Million?
And I don’t care what -you- think, because that’s -my- opinion! But if there are any digressions, please reply.
She still might be a housewife, but it’s an important correction, thank you Zette. However–that still doesn’t justify the “catch-all” condemnation of Ravers.
She printed a ‘letter’ from a man whose wife had ‘let herself go’ since the baby. Doesnt keep herself pretty, doesnt want to screw etc.
He seemed to think that was an excuse to go cheat.
Instead of stating the obvious: his wife is overwhelmed, and could use some help with the baby instead of demanding his supper on the table every night… she just printed it with the impression she agreed!!!
She needs to be replaced. I swear she must be 95 years old now!
The one that irked me was a few days ago. She wrote about that wedding cake thing and somehow went from that to saying its disrespectful for a football team to shower their coach with gatorade after a big win. Thats a time honored tradition since 1986, coincidentally the same year her hometown Bears failed to repeat.
Heck, I’m the big two-oh and I want to know what’s up with the pacifiers. Is it to stop someone from hurting their teeth or mouth if they get a little too “into” their trip? Or is sucking on things just one of those things that raving makes you want to do, like weed makes you get the munchies?
(I’ll leave all the sucking jokes in the capable hands of my fellow Dopers.)
OK, I’ll be the unpopular guy that defends Ann Landers…
If you look at the article (which I just did for the first time), you’ll see that the writer uses words like “frequently,” “some,” and “in many cases” to describe what goes on as far as drug use/availability at raves. (How could one possibly argue that saying “Drugs are frequently available at raves” is inaccurate?!) I don’t see the “All ravers are…” tone that the original post mentioned. It’s just not there.
I usually get a kick out of Ann and Abby. Their advice is usally useless, but it’s fun to see how many different ways they can say, “go see a therapist” on a daily basis.
Dude! Pacifiers can keep your mouth moist AND keep your teeth from a-grinding. It’s a double-duty pacifier!
Seriously, both Ann and Abby have gotten incredibly tiresome and boring. One of them has become incredibly bitchier as she’s gotten older, and the other makes howling errors on a regular basis (it seems like one column a week is followed by another column of readers correcting her mistake).
It got really noticeable when I started reading Mr. Blue on salon.com. The questions were far more interesting and hadn’t been subjected to the heavy editing and rewriting of the sob sisters.
Then there’s the questions on this board! Jeeze, when I want to feel normal, this is the place to be!
Anyone who would write to Ann or Abby is a moron. All they do is tell you to go see a therapist! Why waste your time?
I didn’t read the actual column in question, but [hijack] I ran into a semi-friend from high school about a month ago and she told me that she wasn’t doing too well - she’d had a seizure, requiring a spinal tap, and resulting in horrible headaches for months. Caused by Ecstacy. Yow! It was like a DARE skit come to life.[/hijack]
Like the dessicated hag has any clue of what raves are like.
I was going to raves circa 1992. Now, while this is pre-X, there was Special K and other drugs floating around. My friends and I went for the music and the dancing and smirked at the chemically impaired. It wasn’t what everyone was doing, nor do I think everyone is doing X now.
If she knew anything about raves or X, she’d be urging ravers to make sure to get their X from a source they trust. That’s what my friend Matt does, and he’s never had a bad trip.
(As a matter of fact, I went to a rave with him the last time I was in Toronto, and it was an intensely joyous experience, even for me who wasn’t on anything. In fact, I had difficulty convincing this girl that I wasn’t on anything I’d never danced like that in my life. Quite the shit, indeed.)
