updated 02/19/1990 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/19/1990 AT 01:00 AM EST
Why is it that a 14-year-old can be an addict at 9, in rehab at 13, try to kill herself, go through rehab again and end up on the cover of your magazine as some sort of hero? Some of us have had the integrity to go our entire lives without ever drinking, doing drugs or considering suicide. We have chosen not to hide from life but to deal with it. What on earth could a 9-year-old possibly need to escape from, and who are the real heroes in this world?
Santa Barbara, Calif.
Thank you for the Drew Barrymore story. I am 13 years old, and I have been an alcoholic for over two years. Drew's story made me realize that I don't want to drink anymore. There is an immense amount of pressure on our generation, and adults need to realize how much they expect of us. If any other teens out there have a problem, please get help!
As a recovering alcoholic-addict of over four years, I find myself irritated at famous alcoholics "tooting their horns" so soon after sobering up. If, in early sobriety, they focused more on humbly establishing a solid foundation in their lives rather than going on the publicity circuit, then perhaps we would hear more about the true recovery of the rich and famous and less about their relapses.
It is obvious Drew Barrymore is still an addict. She's 14 years old, and you stated she had a pack of Marlboros at her side. Isn't this an addiction? Also, isn't it illegal? Maybe her "fragile" mother should become hardened and start acting like a responsible parent instead of letting Drew find her own savior. Please—enough' of Drew!
MAYOR BILL STIRLING
Okay, this is it; I can't stay quiet. I own a full-length fox coat. I am an American. I am free to wear this coat whenever and wherever I like. Animal rights activists are free to protest and pursue their cause. They are not free to approach me on the street and threaten to damage my coat with paint or ketchup. They have no right to stop me from buying a fur if I have the money and make the choice. I do not wear the fur of trapped animals. I wear the fur of animals raised for this purpose, just as cattle are raised for beef, shoes, handbags, etc. I have this to say to animal rights activists: Damage my coat and I will buy two to replace it. Your protests have driven the price of furs down so that I can more than afford to do just that.
Jennifer K. Flannelly
I've never owned a fur, and I don't smoke. But I've had it with these granola heads trying to palm their emotional guilt trips off on the rest of society. If they don't want to smoke cigarettes, swat flies, boil lima beans or put chickens through the emotional torment of parent-egg separation, fine. Let them get their own town, go off and feel bad together. Some of the rest of us would like to have a little fun skiing.
In 1954, not too long after the accident wherein he lost the sight of an eye, Sammy Davis Jr. came to the rehabilitation hospital where I was a patient. For two hours he entertained us and made us forget about ourselves and the polio we were fighting to overcome. I have seen him entertain audiences since that time, but the first time I saw him will always be memorable. God bless you, Sammy, and may your recovery be complete.
First, my prayers and good wishes for a speedy recovery to one of the greatest guys in the whole world. Second, the mysterious voice-builder Sammy referred to is a fellow named Gary Catona. I have been working with him for about a year and a half, and he has saved my voice! If anyone can help Sammy, Gary can. Keep the faith.
When Kathie Lee Gilford's husband, Frank, announced it was better that their expected baby is a boy because "he'll be here to take care of you when I'm gone," she said, "It really shows what kind of human being I'm married to." It sure does. One who thinks that a woman can't survive unless there's a man around "taking care of her." Wake up, Kathie Lee, and tell Frank who really does the "caretaking" in this world.