Re: "Party pooper" by Edwin Decker ["Sordid Tales," July 2]. In the writer's opinion, the right to party seems to supercede the right to public safety. Since 1988, the minimum drinking age has been 21, which has served to greatly reduce the number of fatalities involving young drivers. The social host ordinance would not only prevent DUIs, but also save young lives from alcohol poisoning, sexual assaults and a host of other problems linked to underage drinking.
Out-of-control parties and underage drinking are more than just nuisances; they're real problems. In 2001, San Diego police spent $298,000 responding to 7,519 complaints involving parties, many of which involved underage drinkers. When the number of underage drinking parties are reduced, police can spend more time addressing other problems.
This ordinance is not trying to clog the courts with "non-violent keg-party offenders." It raises the bar of community norms and sends a message that those under 21 have no business drinking alcohol, especially in unsupervised, out-of-control parties. It protects minors from drinking alcohol and goes after those adults who would knowingly serve to minors in an irresponsible manner.
Social host ordinances have already been adopted in San Diego, Poway, Oceanside, El Cajon, Encinitas, Escondido and La Mesa, as well as in unincorporated areas in the county. Seventy percent of San Diego County residents who responded to a KPBS poll strongly support the ordinance. The mentality of "party and let party" just doesn't hold up.
North City Prevention Coalition,
Re: "Poet vixen," ["San Diego Munch," July 2]. The first time I saw this reinvention of San Diego's own Poetry Goddess, Jewel, was when I flipped through the music channels and-boom!-there she was, soaked wet, being hosed down by a team of firefighters. My first reaction was, "Whoa, when did she get this makeover, and who are all these retired Britney Spears dancers in the background?"
I find it quite mysterious how vast populations of her female listeners are mainly the ones who have been taking a step back, and noticing the plucking and waxing of some stray hairs. Whereas, her male audience is just perplexed for a second and then seem more than fine with her Kafka-like metamorphosis into Barbie's "lil snaggle-toothed" sidekick.
Personally, I think that Jewel will pick up her guitar eventually and drop the cleavage-hanging pleather outfits, and let her own hair flow in the wind instead of her lusty extensions. Until then, I will have to wait until she is about 44, playing her greatest hits at some Las Vegas lounge. Better make reservations now.
Stuck on "Foolish Games"...
Elva M. Marin,
Where's the smarts?
As one of Ms. Beak's "whiny, slacker college professors who have never had a real job" ["San Diego Munch," July 16], I guess I must be contributing to the overall anti-intellectualism in San Diego-by allegedly supporting the Democratic Party instead of voting for whom? Bill Simon? (And I can't wait until Arnold Schwarzenegger runs for governor. I will be the first in line at the polls!)
Maybe we should just follow the logic of the Republican Party and dismantle the entire higher education system, put all of our kids in prison and play re-runs of Rush Limbaugh 24/7 to teach our youth about our political and economic systems.
I confess that, yes, I am a slacker. I don't have a real job. In fact, I am such a slacker that I bring home just over $12,000 a year trying to teach students to think critically at San Diego State. I get paid even less per year for my two additional part-time jobs-teaching at two other universities. And if the legislature refuses to pass a state budget, I may start getting paid the minimum wage while San Diego State increases class size to 250 and 500 students in some classrooms. Vive anti-intellectualisme!
When I read the first issue of CityBeat last fall, I was delighted-and I began to believe that all these years I have been mistaken. The anti-intellectual climate of San Diego led me to believe that no one with any brains would bother to stay here and fight it out with the knuckleheads. Yet, it appears that wit and intelligence is hiding underground somewhere in this city.
You can do a better analysis of anti-intellectualism than this, Ms. Beak!