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I thought it was safe to display your magazine on my family-room table, but I can’t if you’re going to have photos like this one (“Hot, Hot, Hot,” Skiing Scene, November 1998). It is inappropriate and totally unnecessary. I have enjoyed your magazine for years now. Please keep it family friendly. If I feel I have to hide it, I just won’t subscribe to it any longer.
What, you mean this photo?-ed.
They say that sex sells, but not with me. Your February 1999 issue was not what I wanted or expected from your magazine. Examples: “What happens when three men and two women run wild through Europe in an RV? We printed all we could.”; “Dan and Alison are smack in the first few months of their relationship and barely have time to eat, sleep, or ski.” (“White Line Fever”); and “Maybe skiing in the East is a little like using a condom-less sensation because you have to wear more layers-but hell, you still get to go skiing.” (“Ask Josh”). Cancel my subscription, now!
DUELING NEW ENGLANDERS
I have been a Waterville Valley resident since 1980 and enjoyed Sara Corbett’s article, “Weather or Not” (February 1999), extolling the virtues of skiing in New Hampshire’s White Mountains. I, like most others here, have a livelihood that is directly dependent upon the tourism dollars that come from our neighbors in Massachusetts. Because of this, I feel the need to respond to a term Corbett used several times in her article. The author, who is not from here, implied that we degrade our southern neighbors by referring to them as “Massholes.” This is not only insulting to them, but to us. Why would we bite the hand that feeds us? Most of us embrace our friends to the south and welcome them with open cash registers. It is a wonderful symbiotic relationship. So please, neighbors, feel free to come up and have a wonderful time spending your hard-earned money. Do me one favor, though: Learn how to drive, will ya?
Thornton, New Hampshire
I was reading your piece by Sara Corbett on New Hampshire’s Waterville Valley, reminiscing about recent trips my 11-year-old daughter and I enjoyed there. However, I was shocked to see that locals refer to their patrons from Massachusetts as “Massholes.” I took the nickname with a chuckle and even showed it around the office. However, I would like to remind the folks from “Cow Hampshire” that most of their advertising budgets are pointed south, toward “Assachusetts.”
Your article on skiing in New Hampshire convinced me that I haven’t missed a thing. I’ve been skiing the Rockies for over 17 years and will take powder and sunshine over ice and wind any day.