We Read The Weeklies
...because they all went to press before the election!
The Weekly phones it in this week – quiz about the Castro Halloween Party, a Dog Bites entry about Supervisor Bevan Dufty's anti-meth campaign, called "Crystal Mess." Cover article: a poi dancer (no, not the taro root, fire dancers) who used it to lose weight. Music columnist on Ashlee Simpson and hoping Kerry will win (poignant). Reviews of Minnie Driver and Juliette Lewis's new albums (conclusion: yawn). The clubbing columnist (no, not seals, discotheques) has a conversation with singers at Lefty O'Doul's. And oh yeah – a picture of a guy doing yoga naked in the events column. Ew! Savage Love frets about the election (poignant) and deals with a lesbian trying to meet dates, a girlfriend with a – um, hair problem, and mechanical sex machines.
Tim Redmond, the Guardian editor, sees the Weekly's potshots of last week and raises, snidely noting that the Weekly has refused to take any kind of stand in the election, and giving his dream ticket scenario for yesterday (poignant, though Redmond's supe picks actually went four for five). Editorial page: Publisher Brugmann continues his Ahab-like quest for the PG&E white whale. Call us Ishmael! Local politics: Newsom on the picket line, the school board tussles, sweatshops in the Bay Area. Annalee Newitz answering random questions about the Internet ("why do the Suicide Girls look like regular porn chicks?"), the sex columnists about the asexual movement. Cover article: The Goldies, which are the Bay Guardian's "outstanding local discovery" awards. Hooray for Anything is too bummed out about the election to pick a wank of the week (but it's not for lack of candidates this week, we're sure he'd hasten to add). So visit and cheer him up!
They were completely out of East Bay Expresses and Metros yesterday (either quality is up, or they were used as rain cover by umbrella-less pedestrians), so we'll just go straight to the Weekly of the Week pick – which is the Guardian! Why? Well, mostly because there's less optimistic pre-electon coverage in it, so it's less painful to read – and the Annalee Newitz is pretty good too. Also, the naked guy doing yoga in the Weekly kinda freaked us out.