Some things are best in small doses.
For instance, I hate reality television, but for some reason I can’t turn away when America’s Fattest Crybabies is on. I also recommend hanging out with Northside hipsters in the smallest amounts possible. Now, I’d like to add Worst Week Ever to that list.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the column when it’s one page long, but I don’t think you’re doing anybody any favors by expanding it to eight pages and calling it “Best of I-275.”
The “article” wasn’t an article at all. It was some people driving around, while drinking beer and making fun of the suburbs. If this is going to be your brand of “journalism” in the future, might I suggest a few new categories for your next Best of Cincinnati issue?
There are, of course, advantages and disadvantages that go along with any place a person may choose to live. The eight pages in question seemed to only point out what’s wrong with living on the outskirts of the city, instead of including what’s right.
In his intro, Danny Cross says they’re doing this because “the suburbs don’t get the love they deserve in CityBeat’s annual Best of Cincinnati issue.” If this is how you show love, I’d like to suggest a few new categories for the next best of issue:
• Best place to step in a puddle of police horse piss • Best place to see $2500 worth of rims on $500 worth of car • Best private takeover of a public space (hint: there’s a fountain) • Best T.G.I. Friday’s with a mechanical bull (hint: there’s a Cadillac) Thank you for your time, — Garry Zink, Taylor Mill, Ky.
