City Weekly, you are the most with the least to offer. Your news is boring to say the least. Your magazine is more realistic to the rich and to people whose farts don’t smell. The rest of us can’t afford your massive $20, $58, $190 or $1,500 goodies advertised. I’ll wager you can afford this fun stuff, while those of us who haven’t worked since we got your free magazine can now go to Park City for film festivals (not counting Sundance) at no cost.
Your classifieds don’t cater to those of us who can’t afford a $1,200 rental unit, or even a $650 rental unit.
Your magazine is a waste of paper, and you’re all a bunch of yuppie diapers with money to spare because of your advertisers.
Ask a Mexican? Come on, get real. There are more advertisements than real news. For those of us who can’t afford to go to the Scottish Games clear out in Lehi or travel out to South Towne Expo Center for Asian celebrations or dining at places that are way too expensive for us, why not tell a real story for real people?
You have no idea how many lost people there are. Poor folks cannot afford your nifty bullshit. I can’t even afford a laptop. Massages and crack wax? You’ll take money from those? Steak & lobster? Yes. Ramen noodles? No. The Bayou? Yes. The Art of Espresso? Community gardens? This is a joke, right?
You probably won’t print this. None of you—even the women—have the balls. Elitist motherfuckers.
Salt Lake City