I always appreciate when a newspaper film critic shits all over a bad movie, right next to a giant display ad for said movie. It at least creates an illusion of editorial integrity.
And then you have this week's SF Weekly cover story, which chronicles the growing inevitability of marijuana legalization in America. Of course, you'd have known this by reading the back cover of SF Weekly for, oh, the last 10 years.
Those are eight display ads for ganja shops -- or rather, compassionate herbal medicine dispensaries -- occupying about 80% of the real estate of the back cover.
If the other advertising in the Weekly is any indication, next week's cover story is going to be about the growing acceptance and inevitable decriminalization of transsexual escort services.
Update: Hey, guys. Chill a bit. I'm not against advertising, or weed legalization, or medical marijuana. Really, I'm not. I'm just pointing out a funny juxtaposition.