Last week, Adrian Ryan wrote up a screening of the Monkees' television show at Central Cinema with this paragraph: "Weep ye children, for lo! The ravages of time are dreadful. Case in point: Davy Jones. Dead, dead, dead. Which is somewhat better than what happened to most of the rest of the Monkees, who got to live but got wrinklier than muggy dog balls and older than dirt's uncle. (Barring, of course, Micky Dolenz, who was, even then—and remains to this day—rather dazzlingly hideous.) Tonight we shall reflect tearfully upon the fresh, young springtime that was the Monkees then, way back in their psychedelic then, with two hours of their corny, colorful, eponymous television show. Come. See. Remember. Cry." In what was certainly a surprise to all sentient beings, Monkees fans went apeshit...

Your article informing your readers of the Central Cinema tribute to the Monkees on April 10th of 2012 was shameful. It was unnecessarily degrading, insulting. I cannot imagine what prompted your writer AND publisher to post such an unwarranted review. I have never seen such unprofessional writing for a movie announcement before in my life. To be so cold, heartless, and insulting... for what? Why? Was this written by a thirteen year old that is being bullied? It is certainly a poor reflection on the writer of the article and a shameful reflection on the editor and publisher that allowed it to go to print. Not everyone has to like everybody, but it is no excuse to insult people just because they are dead or old. How sick! Your publication is insensitive and rude. May you be blessed with a long life so that others may treat you as you have treated the Monkees.

Nadia Folic

I'm utterly sickened by the horrible article about the Monkees printed in your publication. Everyone gets old. These men were beloved by a whole lot of people, a integral part of my early teen years, and a big part of American music culture. You should be ashamed of yourself for allowing this to go to print. I'd like to see you & the writer of the article in 30 plus years, I wonder if they will be beautiful and youthful and a hugely successful journalist writing for a top publication earning mega bucks or if they will be a wrinkled hag covered in age spots still writing thoughtless shit at a rag paper that obviously has no regard for the fact that they have just alienated a huge number of readers. Way to go dumbass.

Lily In Ohio

Hey! I read your article about Davy Jones. I am 13 but that pissed me off. You're a disgrace to this world. I hope you get your eyeballs cut out and then get tortured. You're an asshole who should have his face slammed onto the concrete floor then have bricks thrown at you. I hope something bad happens to you because your are a FUCKING DUMB ASS RETARDED FAGGOT!!! And the reason I'm hoping you don't die is because nobody want you to end up with Davy and the rest of them in a wonderful place. Oh wait! You'll end up in a worse place!! So I hope you die!! So come to my house so I can kill you. But I'll torture you first. Y'know, slam your face into a glass window, cut you, beat you up, put your teeth on a curve and jump on your head. How old are you also, 5?? Alright thanks, bye. OH YEAH AND MICKY DOLENZ ISN'T UGLY. HE'S MY FAVORITE, DUMB ASS.

All Of Us That Love The Monkees <3

You've probably gotten a deluge of e-mails from angry Monkees fans by now. We'd like to say that you have our sympathies, except... well... you don't. Every one of those e-mails is well deserved, or actually probably less than you deserve, for the real hatchet job that Adrian Ryan did on that blurb.

It appears that, in Mr. Ryan's quest for seventh grade-level alliteration, he found it completely necessary to turn his pseudo-edgy rhyme scheme into a flat-out bashing of the recently dearly departed Davy Jones. Not only that, but Mr. Ryan—who clearly must resemble the guy on horseback in those Old Spice commercials to be so able to dictate what constitutes "good looking"—then goes on to make fun of the other Monkees' looks at their current ages. He especially lays into Micky Dolenz, which is almost comical, given that Micky—who did better with chicks than even Davy Jones—was getting more pussy in one week on the set of The Monkees than Mr. Ryan will probably ever get in his whole life.

The Monkees may live forever as celluloid-perfect 25-year-olds, but off-screen they have grown into truly remarkable men—men who, for all intents and purposes, have aged really damn well. Moreover, the Monkees possess more charm, talent, wit, and grace in their respective pinky fingers than most other groups do combined. Let's hope Mr. Ryan has a chance to "tearfully reflect" upon that while he's standing in the unemployment line remembering the "springtime" of his life in which he once had a job.

Miss Mini And Moondreams, Webmistresses Of Naked Persimmon

I live in Chicago and have never heard of your little paper, but a recent write-up of a Monkees screening at Central Cinema by Adrian Ryan was brought to my attention. After a quick read of this offensive and poorly written piece, I assumed maybe it was written by some high school intern or some drunk asshole you pulled off the street in a fit of desperation. However, after doing some research, I guess this guy is a long-time writer for your obviously esteemed publication. How dreadful. Is Seattle really devoid of decent journalists? I guess so. You and your paper look enormously out of touch, disrespectful, and shameful by publishing such a piece of trash. Luckily the world of print journalism is going down the drain and I'm sure your piece of shit paper will disappear sooner rather than later.

Have a great day!

Meghan Brozanic

CORRECTION: In "Clothes Encounters" (April 4, Marti Jonjak), the name of designer Sibyl Haynes was misspelled. We regret the error.