How dare Dustin Hoffman (PEOPLE, Jan. 17) say that makeup experts could not make his character Dorothy Michaels “beautiful”? He of all people should have learned from Dorothy that beauty comes from the heart; it is not laid on with a makeup brush.
Dustin Hoffman says, “Men are shits.” Let Mr. Hoffman speak for himself and his friends. I’m sick of reading about how terrible all men are. There are lots of women who want to be seen with only the best-looking men and who marry for money. Not all men are sex-crazed slobs, and Mr. Hoffman’s remark insults thousands of decent men.
Robert Keith Smith
I laughed until I cried when I saw Tootsie. Dorothy Michaels is the woman many of us wish we could be. She may be a four on the outside, but she’s an 11½ inside. I wish all men could learn what Dustin learned by putting on a dress and stepping into the heart of a real woman.
Karen E. Pompey
Is Rock Dead?
Your article misleads the public. For instance, it is true that Bruce Springsteen’s latest album, Nebraska, sold only 850,000 copies, which was less than his previous LP, but you didn’t tell the whole story. Nebraska is a solo album, and it is Mr. Springsteen’s statement about what is happening in America today. It was not a commercial endeavor. It was, in fact, an aesthetic statement by one of the most important writers of contemporary music.
After reading your article, I began to question my devotion to the heavy metal band Van Halen. I was terribly disappointed by lead singer David Lee Roth’s “laughing” remark, “How artistic can you be in a place where they sell popcorn and jujubes?” My answer is: as artistic as you can be in a place where they sell champagne and caviar. If you don’t perform well in front of people simply because they are young and have no social position, you are no artist at all.
Dana R. Burris
If anybody is to blame for the shabby state of the record industry, company executives should look in the mirror first to find the culprits. Poor record quality, as well as a refusal to take a chance on young acts that might have something worth saying, is killing the industry.
Chevy Chase, Md.
Ron Harris and cable show Aerobicise—phooey! I’m not exactly one of the “little old ladies” he dismisses just yet, but I am still “offended” by his program. He has found just one more lucrative and trendy way of selling the female body.
I must respond to Mr. Deck’s cavalier philosophy that “herpes is really no big deal. A cold sore is a cold sore, no matter where you get it.” For males this may be an effective rationalization, but it isn’t for women who face an increased risk of cervical cancer and the prospect of a cesarean section if the mother has an active herpes lesion at delivery.
Sandy J. Meyers, R.N.
Come on! What do you people want? Music critics have consistently panned Barry’s sentimental ballads. So he tries something new for a change, and you paint him as disoriented. I consider amateur psychology out of place in a music review. Long after you dime-a-dozen critics are retired for turning out uninspired copy, Manilow will still be singing new songs, and I will still be buying his records.
Glen Burnie, Md.
Patricia Hope’s little girl, yet unborn, is the victim of all this unnecessary turmoil. Thirty-eight years ago this month I became the victim of the moralists of that era. My mother, also a high school teacher in a Long Island town, was forced to place me for adoption because keeping me would have meant ruination for us both. Now we both must live with the daily pain of never finding each other.
Some of us parents are still teaching social values at home. It’s a little more difficult than it once was, but for our children’s sake we believe the effort is justified. The main problem is finding positive reinforcement in mainstream America. God knows, we’re not exactly being overrun by role models. How do you tell your daughter that having babies out of wedlock is, among other things, immoral and then pack her off for a day with Patricia Hope?
What is the problem? The mother-to-be is educated, the baby is wanted, and for a nice change neither one will be on welfare. The baby girl will be raised and educated in lovely East Hampton. She will grow into a graceful young woman and marry Prince William of England. Everyone in East Hampton will want an invitation. I hope they know how to curtsy.
Dorothy M. Johnson
Ormond Beach, Fla.
Can you imagine the outcry in this small town if Patricia Hope had had an abortion and been found out? The poor woman is damned if she does and damned if she doesn’t!
I question Shirley Anderson’s comments that “Patricia Hope’s behavior is rather animal-like. If she wants this kind of life-style, she should step down as a teacher. She should be a research chemist or a secretary.” Mrs. Anderson implies that our nation’s businesses are full of secretaries and chemists who are roaming the hallways with big bellies and no wedding rings. As a secretary for nine years, I think she owes all of us an apology. The best solution to this problem might be to leave Pat Hope alone and get Mrs. Anderson a good psychiatrist to help her find out why she thinks sex is such a dirty word!
Barbara J. Duncan
Hope sounds like a very promiscuous, sexually active, amoral person. I think the parents have every right to be upset. I raised two daughters and I would not have wanted someone of Ms. Hope’s caliber teaching them.
Only a lifetime or two ago a woman teacher could not date, smoke or marry. Twelve years ago I was not allowed to teach because I was a married pregnant teacher. Someday soon Patricia Hope’s “moral issue” will seem just as old-fashioned.
Nancy S. Fielding