Ms. Rejas’s (“Filipino Rules,” Cover Story, March 4) “podder” must be gloating with bragging rights for having a daughter who single-handedly made fun of her family, her upbringing, and her culture in one lame article in the Reader. And here I am, always thinking that having a son as a senior human resources manager (Clorox), another as a mechanical engineer (NavFacEn), and a daughter who graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy (class ’99), who presently teaches at a Montessori school, is the way to be very proud of your children.
Ms. Rejas, follow the wish of your “podder” and be a nurse or a nurse’s helper. You’ll never go far with journalism. Stop slighting and insulting Barbarella by copying her style!
Great job by Maecel Rejas on the cover story about her culture (“Filipino Rules,” March 4). Not many have the guts to put themselves out there, and she certainly did that, and she can be proud of it. Having taken a cold bath in the Mexican culture over the last two decades, I related immediately to the difference between how I was brought up and how others are taught from an early age. I’m sure that she’ll take criticism from her peers and fellow Filipinos and Filipinas, but her effort here should transcend these differences. Teach me what I don’t understand, and I’ll be better off for it. Fear of criticism keeps me ignorant, and I hope you’ll take that criticism in exchange for my enlightenment. Thanks, Maecel. I loved it.
- David Alton Dodd
- via email
What a great read (“Filipino Rules,” March 4)! Thanks for putting it on the cover, as I read it right away. More stories from Maecel, please.
I have a question concerning the March 4 Reader, the cover story “Filipino Rules.” On page 33, in the second paragraph, the girl says, “I knew he didn’t have a girlfriend at the time because my best friend Joann was on his jock.” I’m a little puzzled there. I’m a native English speaker, and I’ve been speaking English for 78 years, and I have no idea what she means there. I don’t speak Tagalog, and I don’t hang around with Filipinos, so maybe it’s Filipino slang. What does that mean?
- Name Withheld
- via voicemail
The Online Slang Dictionary defines the verb “jock” as “to be extremely attracted to someone; have a crush. Also be on (one’s) jock” and gives the example, “She’s on his jock.” — Editor
Too Much Mayoral Muscle
Great story by Don Bauder about how the mayor fired Scott Kessler, a department head who wouldn’t break the law to follow the mayor’s orders (“Too Much Conflict,” “City Lights,” March 4). The department head is suing the City for retaliation against him.
The lawsuit shows the huge powers the mayor has under the strong mayor system, namely, awarding contracts and getting rid of employees who tell him that the contract is illegal. Quoting the lawsuit (page 4), “Mayor Sanders’ office instructed Plaintiff to ‘bend contracting rules’ in violation of San Diego Municipal Code.”
The suit also says that Kessler was told the mayor could not trust him because he cooperated with law-enforcement officers from the police department and the FBI.
I will vote against the June ballot measure to make the strong mayor system permanent. Too much power for one individual.
The Free Stooges
Don Bauder’s “Too Much Conflict” (“City Lights,” March 4) emphasizes Li Mandri’s Italian background. No mention is made of the Jewish background of other key players in this conflict. It is an indisputable fact that the only ethnic group in the United States that is not protected from lies, stereotypes, and hatemongering is the Italian Americans. Bigoted morons in the New York–Hollywood media, as well as their little stooges in San Diego’s bankrupt media, including you, the Reader, simply do not want to get this message. Whatever the facts are, somehow the FBI, which has a number of homosexuals in its ranks, seems to perpetuate stereotypes. The FBI is corrupt, as is the entire law-enforcement apparatus.
- Name Withheld
- via voicemail
St. Vincent, My Decorator
Regarding Pam Summer’s article “I Am Not a Thrift-Store Junkie,” in the March 4 issue of the Reader, I completely agree with her. Half of my apartment is furnished with items that I have found in either thrift stores or Dumpsters. I like to refinish furniture and reupholster furniture, and a lot of my clothes in my closet are from thrift stores as well.
Just this morning I was at the St. Vincent de Paul thrift store on 16th Street downtown, and I got some cleaning products for my house, a lot of which were surplus from a larger store, and a DVD that I plan on watching later on tonight. The total was $6; I bartered the cashier down to $5 because all I had was a $5 bill in my wallet, and they said, “Yeah, go ahead.”
Prior to that, I had been working on a ranch, and after digging a ditch, working a shovel in Converse All Stars, I realized I needed some better shoes. So I went to that same St. Vincent de Paul thrift store and got a pair of Avia tennis shoes for $15, and I love them. And those are probably $60 tennis shoes brand-new. And they were in almost brand-new condition.
I almost never go to department stores to buy clothes. I will always hit up the thrift stores first, and if I can’t find what I’m looking for, then I’ll go to the department stores. In the same way, I’ll go to farmers’ markets first, and if I can’t get what I’m looking for, then I’ll go to the grocery stores.
San Diego has a wealth of locally owned and locally beneficial merchandisers, and I would like to give kudos to Ms. Summers for bringing that to the forefront in this week’s issue of the Reader.