In the last few days, I’ve received several letters from readers praising our editorial content. While a few applauded our arts coverage, most of the attention was directed toward our news and feature writing. Aside from the fact that it’s increasingly rare for us to actually receive emails or letters from readers instead of tweets or private messages, what stood out the most was the fact that we’re opening eyes, changing minds, and continuing to challenge people with insightful, thought-provoking ideas every single week.
I’m not trying to pat our back or toot the alt weekly horn of independent journalism, but it’s worth noting that we hear you, love hearing from you, and appreciate the support.
Sometimes the hard news fog needs to be cut through, however, and this week, Chris Faraone spoke to the one and only William Shatner in an attempt to do just that. We didn’t break any news in the piece or shed light on something life-changing, but we did speak to him in advance of the Boston Comic Con, where he’ll be shaking hands and kissing babies, and maybe along the way we made you think about how Star Trek is one of the coolest fucking TV and film brands in the history of forever.
In other news, we covered a ton of other cool stuff this week. Check it out.
Jeff Lawrence, DigBoston Publisher + Editor
OH, CRUEL WORLD
Dear Tank Top,
I’m extremely sad to see that after years of well-deserved bottom-drawer notoriety, you are having a renaissance that amounts to a nonstop goddamn sleeveless party for a couple of years now. Suddenly you are no longer the pariah of department stores, while the term “wife-beater” has been virtually forgotten, and even worse, whitewashed! But I have news for lousy wannabe T-shirts like you—your time won’t last! Not a chance. Maybe demise will come with the next downturn in the economy, when everyone will get depressed and eat until they have embarrassingly chubby arms all over again, or perhaps Donald Trump will wear a tank, capturing the style exclusively for racists once and for all. Whatever the case, your days are numbered like basketball jerseys, which is just about the only thing you’re good for.