To the editors:

Heather McAdams is ripping you people off!! Could she really be getting paid for the crap she submits? Sometimes her “comics”(?) are so irritating to look at and insulting to normal intelligence that I regret coming to the page her “work” is done on. Please stop this madness.

A reader for years,

Donald Lewis II

N. Sheridan

PS: The “comic” in the Aug. 24 issue is just the last straw.

Heather McAdams replies:

I’ve been waiting for your letter. Emerson once wrote, “To be great is to be misunderstood.” After reading your letter, I feel great! It sure took you long enough to write though. Ten years to be exact. That’s how long I’ve been doing cartoons for the Reader. Being the avid reader of the Reader that you say you are, you must go into one major spazz attack when you get to the phone-sex ads! For that matter, I simply can’t imagine how you make it through any given day if my little cartoons upset you so much. Have you gone into your local 7 Eleven lately and checked out those magazines they have behind the counter next to the Slurpee machine? Jugs, Cheeks, Stag. Now that’s offensive. Have you also written to Andrew Dice Clay or 2 Live Crew? Why are you so upset about a hamburger having an orgasm anyway? I can’t figure it out. Everyone else tells me they hang my cartoons on their refrigerator.

I’ve thought about it for a while here, and the only thing I’ve come up with is that you need to get a life (not to mention a sense of humor)–and take a walk around the block. Any block. While you’re out, make sure to stop in at the Tribune and read what they have chiseled in marble above their lobby door. No, I’ll save you the trip. Here’s what it says: “I do not agree with a word you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” Voltaire. I wish you understood this. I honestly appreciate your comments, but please don’t suggest to the Reader that they take my job away from me. (Then I couldn’t pay for the equally offensive films that I make.)

PS: If you think the August 24 one was bad, you must’ve missed Hester’s date with Tom Jones [August 3]. It was even better! (I mean worse.)