Though I’ve reached a nice simpatico sand bar with my critics this week, the comments I’ve been getting on my column on karaoke must be karma for the bitchy letters I wrote to Jane Magazine and Organic Style last week.

My letter to OS:

I’m glad that Kirsty Hume seems to have become more conscious of her environment since obviously letting a coffee shop door slam on my niece a few years ago in Woodstock, NY. (Maybe she had a cold?) People often overlook that important aspect of conscious living—minding our bodies, if we can. If people were just a little more careful around each other the sidewalk, the coffee shop, the public bathroom would be much more pleasant.

PS. Moby has a towel warmer?

Yeah. On the first page of the article on Moby he’s all, “I could never have a Lamborghini—I’d feel like a jerk.” He’s all vegan and everything. And that’s great. But if you’re going to be so heavy-handed about not using excess energy and the like, you probably shouldn’t have a towel warmer? Unless of course it’s solar-powered. There’s a picture of his bathroom and stuff, and a caption about how he wanted everything to be so utilitarian, hence his builder bought a big stainless steel sink at a restaurant supply store. They mention nothing about the creature comfort towel warmer looming yuppily behind. Maybe they figure we don’t know what it is? We’re freakin’ Americans! We get our anuses bleached ‘n shit.

He’s got a gas fireplace too. Anyway...