The Reader's Right.

Here's some selected comments from loyal reader, Lori in Toledo:

On the term "African-American"...
This idiom is so popular that it’s even used to describe blacks that aren’t even from America! Just ask Anson Carter. The most annoying thing about the term “African-American” is that it’s only used by crass white people while pretending to exercise cultural sensitivity in front of a black audience.

CR: Lori makes a good point. I'd never thought about what you'd call a black Canadian if you were trying to be PC. "African-Canadian" sounds pretty ridiculous. And oh, btw, couldn't Ernie Els be called "African-American"? He was born in South Africa and he now lives here in the States.

On Gender Inequality...
Women will never make convincing sports reporters. Once in awhile, you’ll see one that manages to make an ounce of sense, and you can’t help but wonder what man wrote that interview and/or comment for her.

CR: My God, it's like we're speaking the same language!


On NASCAR Fans...
While we’re on the subject of sports, I have no reservations about stating that NASCAR is not one of them. I take the interstate to work every morning, does that make me an athlete?

CR: No, you're not. And they're not either.

On MTV's dubious programming...
Nowadays, [MTV] boasts quality programs like “Pimp My Ride.” What? Let me get this straight. You live in Section 8 housing and your biggest concern is getting a DVD player and an aquarium installed in your car? You’ve got to be kidding.

CR: Can I get a "hell yeah?"

On the Lakers...
Do I even need to explain this one? Let me state the obvious: I hate Kobe. I hate Shaq. I hate Payton. I hate Malone. I even hate Phil Jackson. I hate Jack Nicholson (not for being an arrogant, obnoxious Lakers fan, but for making About Schmidt).

CR: "Anger Management" wasn't much better.

On Scrubs...
I’m not talking about my favorite NBC sitcom. I’m talking about the ill-advised fashion choices of my coworkers at the hospital. I hate the women I work with that insist on wearing scrubs with tawdry prints. “Mr. Smith, I’m going to shove this camera up your ass until it reaches your throat, but hopefully looking at the ladybugs on my scrubs will make the procedure a little more cheery for you.” Unless you work in pediatrics, you have no business discussing someone’s diagnosis while clad in snakes and snails and puppy dog tails. Let me be extremely graphic: In my job, I get peed on. I get bled on. By day’s end, I have more bodily fluids on me than a 14 year old girl at an R. Kelly party. (too graphic?). That’s why we wear scrubs. Not to be en vogue, but for their functionality and disposability. That is why I really don’t understand why the sedentary, 350 lb. receptionist is wearing them.

CR: Memo to R. Kelly: Ziiiiinnnng!!!!