O.J.: Pro and Would-Be Con Nail ‘im: Regarding “If We Did It” (November 23): If I saw O.J. Simpson, I’d stab him myself. It would be worth it to go to jail for taking his fed-up @$$ off the face of this earth. I ask myself all the time: What…
Miami-Dade Animal Services faces an insurmountable task of education and control amid an unstaunchable flow of ignorance — the drama embodied by the 32,000-plus unwanted pets turned in to its shelter intake areas each year. (And those are just the dogs and cats that make it to the shelter; many…
If He Did It Errol, not OJ: While I appreciate the article in your November 23 issue, “If We Did It,” about creative solutions to the O.J. infestation here in South Florida, I refuse to believe that O.J. Simpson no longer has a useful role in society. I believe in…
Clothing in Miami is impermanent. There’s the resurgence of Eighties-inspired punk gear, the sometimes sky- high hemlines, leopard prints, and rhinestone-speckled handkerchief tops. They’re all like bottles of the new Beaujolais, to be consumed quickly and disposed of rapidly. Enter Karelle Levy, whose Krelwear line includes garments of lasting significance…
Good Cop Bad cop = big money: In reference to Carl Jones’s “A Snitch Seeks His Money” (November 9): If you castigate a police officer who — for whatever reason — came forward to tell the truth about police corruption, then you are sanctioning further police corruption. You are warning…
Here’s to Playboy And buck-fifty beers: The Bitch’s recent article about Jimbo’s, “Aluminum Can Omen” (November 2), was shortsighted and, if the intention was to describe Jimbo’s as a hippie retreat, more than a bit off the mark. By focusing on a few recent interviews and images depicted in an…
There are so many rude and incompetent public relations professionals (and of course many thorough, decent, and rigorous agents) right here in South Florida it is shocking to The Bitch that anyone would look beyond our area to obtain what is so readily, locally available. Yet at least briefly, incoming,…
Drug dealers outgun cops. A 23-year-old warehouse worker is shot dead over a five-dollar bet. A three-year-old falls from a second floor balcony and cracks her head because of a broken railing. At the two slums where it all happened, you pay the rent. Dilip Barot, a politically connected, Indian-born…
Somehow those who love art find a way — even in Miami — of pursuing their passion. Visiting a gallery, wandering through a museum, keeping up with Tokion and Whitewall — all of these rituals occur regularly and naturally. But then comes the formal, fetishized annual mess that is Art…
Directorial Incompetence Hebert is hellacious: Thank you to Octavio Roca for castigating Bliss Hebert for his poor direction of Aïda in “Vigorous Verdi” (November 2). He has no business directing. I was appalled at his totally static direction of Lucia a season or two ago, but when I protested to…
He was a glutton, a drug addict, an absentee father. There are many more reasons, beyond sonic and canine aesthetics, to loathe Jerry Garcia in particular and hippies in general. Adrift in a sea of Grateful Dead skull-and-flowers logo-bearing T-shirts, The Bitch discovered yet another tangential motivation for crying “death…
From Guatemala to Ethiopia Watch that court: I want to thank Emily Witt for investigating and writing the article regarding immigration judges’ work vis-à-vis asylum seekers, “Mock Trial” (October 19). For the public, it is fundamental to bring and maintain high standards within the immigration system. Only through the public’s…
Woof! Woof! Maybe it wasn’t covered in the CliffsNotes: Regarding Daniel Renzi’s review of the GableStage production of Fahrenheit 451, “Burn, Baby, Burn” (October 19): I’m afraid Mr. Renzi hasn’t read Fahrenheit 451 the novel. If he had, he would have known that the Mechanical Hound (which his review calls…
It was midday-hot in the tony neighborhood just north of Miami’s Design District this past June 22 when as many as twenty snipers took aim with high-power rifles. A deep male voice shouted, “Get down to the ground!” Minerva Vasquez hit the dirt. She pressed close to her doe-eyed, seven-year-old…
Stacy Provines is that rarest of all human specimens, a true brown-eyed blond. The 30-year-old native Miamian is also a makeup fiend and an inventor, which serves her well in her current job as CEO and chemist-in-chief of ten-year-old Tinte Cosmetics. Provines’s soon-to-be explosively popular line of eye shadows and…
Minister/Judge No conflict there, huh? Regarding Trevor Aaronson’s “Religious Conviction” (October 12): I am a former altar boy, and I graduated from Holy Cross College in 1969. When Judge Jose E. Martinez justified the attempted forced perjury by the Archdiocese of Miami, he obviously forgot one of the Ten Commandments:…
Robert Burr is an affable, silver-haired Coral Gables guide-book publisher, deep-ocean diver, and all-around raconteur who leads the popular monthly “wine walks” along Miracle Mile. He also has a nascent interest in (discussing, not drinking) other types of alcohol. So he recently decided to extend his roving lecture series to…
Don’t Trust the Commies They don’t respect corpses: In reference to Carlos Suarez De Jesus’s article “Body Count” (October 5): It’s great to learn that Premier Exhibitions has been assured by the Chinese that the bodies were legally obtained, but what does this assurance mean? China is a dictatorship, a…
Not Like La Gloria That’s impossible: Regarding Lee Klein’s “Chino-Latino No Go” (September 21): It is obvious that Mr. Klein has an ax to grind with the Estefans. His review of Oriente was one-sided and biased. I am a weekly customer of the restaurant and find the food quite delightful…
Blight Take Flight She’s our problem now: Regarding the story “Blight Flight” (September 14) by Rob Jordan: I have worked on urban revitalization for more than twenty years. Having worked with Lisa Mazique for more than seven years, I was surprised to learn Miami had hired her as the new…
Maitre d’: Your usual table, Mr. Christopher? Carlo Christopher: No, I’d like a good one this time. Maitre d’: I’m sorry. That is impossible. Christopher: Part of the new cruelty? Maitre d’: I’m afraid so. — L.A. Story, 1991 The delays have been so delicious, the denials so cruel, the…
Clad in a starched blue shirt and a red power tie, with black headphones sandwiching his handsome pate, the candidate adroitly parried the DJ’s questions. Democratic Congressional hopeful Ron Klein had braved more than an hour of predawn traffic to arrive at the spartan radio studio. The jock was disarming…
