Word: angers
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Evolutionary psychology thus helps explain why modern feminism got its start after the suburbanization of the 1950s. The landmark 1963 book The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan grew out of her 1959 conversation with a suburban mother who spoke with "quiet desperation" about the anger and despair that Friedan came to call "the problem with no name" and a doctor dubbed "the housewife's syndrome." It is only natural that modern mothers rearing children at home are more prone to depression than working mothers, and that they should rebel...
...well we are naturally crude. But the restraint of crude impulses is also part of our nature. Indeed, the "guilt" that Freud never satisfactorily explained is one built-in restrainer. By design, it discourages us from, say, neglecting kin through unbridled egoism, or imperiling friendships in the heat of anger--or, at the very least, it goads us to make amends after such imperiling, once we've cooled down. Certainly modern society may burden us unduly with guilt. After erupting in anger toward an acquaintance, we may not see him or her for weeks, whereas in the ancestral environment...
...sitting in front of my computer monitor two weeks ago and listening to the stories of massacre and systematic death in Srebrenica, I was shocked. Exasperated with rage, I sat motionless and listened to the anxious voice of the radio broadcaster while a collage of emotions, ranging from anger to sorrow, flashed through...
...black elite. He was educated in the Ivy League, has climbed high in his profession. But precisely the reasons for which he should feel self-respect, airtight reasons for a white man, raise confusing interior questions about his identity as a black man. Or so I surmise. Hence the anger. Ellis Cose wrote a book called The Rage of a Privileged Class about black executives and law partners who earn half a million dollars or more a year and feel sorry for themselves. My friend is a flashing electrical display of privileged rage...
...movie but in real lives. Roberts' willowy vulnerability and watchful intelligence have never been shown to better advantage. And Rowlands is simply great in a scene where she breaks the silence of the years in a richly emotional encounter with her husband. It is not, mostly, about anger; it is about self-astonishment--at all she had inside her; at her unexpected (and scary) bravado in letting it out. Her performance is emblematic of a movie that, a few sideslips into familiar sentiment aside (they usually involve Grace's child, played by Haley Aull), never lets its political correctness interfere...