2017 poorly reviewed
I was utterly turned off by Dave Barry’s unfunny, juvenile review of 2017 [“The year of living deliriously,” Washington Post Magazine, Dec. 31].
I couldn’t get past March. His year in review was akin to 10 elephants with diarrhea and possibly worse than reading President Trump’s tweets. I love good humor and strong sarcasm. Barry displayed neither in this offering. His worst offense, other than being unfunny, was his obsession with denigrating the reaction to Russian interference in the U.S. election. The legitimate outrage and subsequent investigation are not humorous. Perhaps Barry is vying to replace White House press secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders.
There were more than a few humorous twists and turns in 2017. There were also many serious occurrences, which Barry cavalierly mentioned. Barry is about as funny as a barium milkshake from Chernobyl. Andrew Boller, Basel, Switzerland
After a dent was made this past year into sexual harassment and the damage it has caused, why publish the first sentence of Dave Barry’s year in review? He wrote, “Looking back on 2017 is like waking up after a party where you made some poor decisions, such as drinking tequila squeezed from the underpants of a person you do not really know.”
The implication was disgusting. He could do better — and so could The Post. Meg McGowan-Tuttle, Portland, Ore.