To the editor,
Usually I enjoy the covers of The Coast, but last week's has me in a horrible state. Is that a TESTICLE??? As an ex-nun closeted lesbian the worry is enormous. You could have at least labelled it. "Man ball" comes to mind. As it is, the disgust and worry I feel have already cut into my Christmas Seasonal enjoyment. I can't go near cheese balls. I can't enjoy Chinese food. I gave away my cat. And don't even say meat ball. Ugh!!! I can only hope that by next summer, tennis and corn-on-the-cob will once again be appealing.
By Anna Ball-Phobic