As an avid fan of Roseanne Barr, I can’t tell you how disappointed I was after reading the excerpt from her book, My Life as a Woman (PEOPLE, Oct. 2). The bigoted way in which she portrayed Salt Lake City and the Mormons was not only factually incorrect, but just plain mean. I went to East High School and was in the same class as Roseanne. Though I am now an inactive member of the Church of Latter-day Saints, I don’t feel she should blame the state of Utah or the Mormon Church for the brutishness of her father and the lack of conviction her mother showed in forcing her to practice two different religions. It’s time Roseanne knocked that giant chip off her shoulder.
Carson City, Nev.
Although I am not a religious person at all now, I was raised a Mormon. Never did I hear any Mormon girl talk like “Asketh ye these girls playing volleyball and therein ye shall find comfort.” And if all illness, disease and mild upset is considered a “sign,” then I sure spent a lot of time at the doctor’s office for nothing. While I might not accept the teachings of the church, I certainly don’t blame it for all the problems in my life. Groweth ye upeth, Roseanne!
When I read Roseanne Barr’s description of how her mother handled the neighborhood bully, I laughed so hard I cried. Keep up the good work, Roseanne. You deserve all the good things that have happened to you.
When I got my mail today, my PEOPLE was upside down, and I said to myself, “Oh, no, not another Liz Taylor cover!” Then, to my great joy and surprise, it was Roseanne Barr. I couldn’t wait to read about her, and I’m looking forward to reading her book.
How ironic you should put Roseanne Barr on the cover of the issue that also contained a story on the Emmy Awards. The Emmys’ snub of Roseanne proves that award shows are out of touch with reality. There are a lot more Roseannes in the real world than there are Clair Huxtables or Murphy Browns.
I’m happy for anyone who can make national news for something other than murder, rape or building a “Kingdom of God” fantasyland at the expense of folks who can ill afford it. However, upon reading the “newest in necktie knots” article, it upset me to learn that my father, Elmer Boggs of Mansfield, Ohio, did not get credit for showing me how to tie that same knot 35 years ago. I assume that was because his father taught him.
Don Shelby’s necktie knot is exactly the same knot that I invented for myself as a high school sophomore back in 1962. Actually Shelby’s is an inferior imitation, as mine involves twisting the narrow end to hang right side out.
David A. Bradley
I’ve been using that inside-out tie knot since my Harvard days in the late ’70s. If anyone should get credit for the “new knot,” it has to be my college classmate Patrick Harris.
Mark B. Slaughter
The “new knot” that Jerry Pratt taught Don Shelby appears to be the same knot that Randy Spears taught me in 1965, when we were 16 years old.
Joel H. Berry III
This “revolutionary” knot for men’s neckties is, was, and has been a standard in these parts for decades upon decades. If this is the best that PEOPLE can do in the way of trends, you should do a story on how I tie my shoelaces.
John J. Cantu
I was devastated after reading about the sudden death of Steven Stayner. The TV movie I Know My First Name Is Steven touched my heart. Watching it made me feel like a member of his family. It is unfortunate that Steven will no longer be able to live the normal life he fought so hard to get back. My deepest sympathy goes out to those he left behind.
Wheat Ridge, Colo.
As a former editor at LIFE, I was pleased to see my daughter’s photograph in PEOPLE, posing with Fred Savage at the post-Emmy party. Alas, there was a serious breakdown in Time Inc.’s legendary fact-checking process. My daughter’s name in the caption came out as “fan Alison Burrows,” when friends and relatives know her as Allison Bruns.
Pacific Palisades, Calif.