It seems the thrust of Andrea Whitfill’s complaint [“The Bleach & the Bees,” March 26, City Weekly] has to do the paternity of a product, not its quality, and the closest she came to the quality issue is discovering that some bottled water doesn’t come from the artful graphic on the label but from the tap. Guess what? H2O = H2O. Complaining about its paternity is not unlike if Whitfill’s father refused to meet her boyfriend because the boyfriend’s father’s employment isn’t up to her father’s standard.

Whitfill cleverly discovers that the true goal of business is to make money. Shh! Don’t tell anyone that secret. Whitfill arrogantly purports to speak for Us, the trusting little consumers who believe in “the greater good,” those of us who have “been had.” Caveat emptor. I don’t need her protection, thank you very much.

Quentin Packard
Murray