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Dear Payback Time: While your reviews, Adrian Mack, are occasionally amusing, I must ask what you were thinking when you shared your views on the recent Fleet Foxes show! Bitter? Ornery? Or just uninformed? I’m sure that you’d hesitate before typing some other pejorative bon mots, but it appears that dropping a “slut bomb” is still legitimate in your books.

> Sarah T

Adrian Mack replies: Dearest Sarah—Let me tell you that I actually hesitated long and hard about dropping the “slut bomb” in that review, and I’m still sitting here hesitating two weeks after it was published. I suppose I could put it down to the late hour and chemically impaired judgment, but we both know I’d be weaselling out of the issue. I was actually hoping that anyone who cared would also see the reference to “asshole stockbroker types” and infer a larger indictment of a socio-economic structure that victimizes everybody—even those furiously rutting clichés who walk among us with their orange skin and Ermenegildo Zegna suits (whether they realize it or not). But I fully concede that cheap yucks and incendiary language was maybe not the way to go. Especially when I look at the comments on Straight.com and see the amount of tooth-grindingly stupid rage incited among the no-comprende boneheads over something as righteous as the recent SlutWalk. Or mea culpa, in other words. Could I possibly just put this down to the late hour and chemically impaired”¦ ? Okay, forget it.

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