Too Much Henry

Last week’s interview with Henry Matyjewicz about his “Poster Boy” arrest, “Who is Poster Boy” (Feb. 18-24), stirred up quite a few opinions among readers.Take, for instance, the comment that “The Poster Boy movement would have been better off without so much Henry. This dude is talking in circles.”

There was also conjecture about why Henry felt compelled to speak, with one reader writing, “It’s odd that Henry would give an interview and hint that he is Poster Boy if he was being charged for a crime.

Doesn’t he have a lawyer?” Then there were those who were completely over the entire thing: “Poster Boy was invented by advertisers so they can keep selling razor blades through plunging business caused by a) the recession b) the Williamsburg facial hair craze. Why else would he be based in Brooklyn?” And one reader summed it up best with: “Who is Poster Boy? Does it matter? The finished product is vastly superior to the ads that he created his stuff from. Poster Boy as a movement is cool, even if Henry’s just a dumb street kid who wouldn’t know Baudrillard if he bit him in the ass.”

Pulp Free

A note in a prior issue about some new bar [The Hose, (Feb. 4-10)] sent me back to the original article.Your writer said that the bar in question was decorated with gay pulps.

There were no gay pulps. Pulps existed in a very repressed time, the late 1920s throughout the early ’50s for the most part. It is a common mistake to call paperback books “pulps.” Please take this correction from someone who is a fan of both pulps and paperbacks. Pulps are understood by the people who created them, read them and collected them to be monthly fiction magazines sold on newsstands.

Paperbacks (of which there were gay-themed ones!) basically killed them. Confusing pulps and paperbacks is like confusing radio with TV. I don’t know how that got past your fact-checker! —Patrick Lozito, Brooklyn

Armond Isn’t Dangerous

Regardless of the issues people have against Armond White (which mostly seem factchecking related) no one including myself, seems to be indifferent to his reviews.

I’m pretty tired of people writing in with their issues. Especially when they act like they are normally so cool, yet feel like they are so relevant when they insist that he be fired. Could you guys start reading Time Out, or whatever feeds your complacent asses? (P.S. Please do not take that cool D.J. with the relationship advice away.) —lkadkhoda, Brooklyn