Isn't it bad enough that your new L.A. Times Magazine is nothing more than another advertising supplement?
Do we now have to be subjected to still another nonsensical piece of drivel, "Made for Each Other" (by John Riley, Nov. 10), the nauseating claptrap saga of one Kelly LeBrock and her martial arts boyfriend?
This sort of thing is usually found in your once-esteemed Calendar. Come to think of it, am I sending this letter to the proper department of your paper? It's getting confusing!