Word: awkwardness
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...than from the two people who are otherwise her biggest fans—her parents. Not surprisingly, Krinsky says both her parents were initially reluctant to embrace the idea of their daughter acting as the sexual Anne Sullivan to her fellow students’ Helen Keller—challenged, awkward, but eager to learn nevertheless. In her parents’ defense, Ma and Pa Krinsky first learned of the column over Thanksgiving, a time normally reserved for expressing appreciation for such gifts as having enough food to eat and not suffering from any terminal illnesses, not for your daughter?...
...Schoeffling, who hasn’t been heard from since), the irresistible prince, makes Samatha’s wishes come true. To middle schoolers who rented Sixteen Candles or stumbled upon it on TV, Jake was someone we could believe in. The sheen is off now. The fantasy of Awkward-Girl-Gets-Gorgeous-Guy-Because-Inner-Beauty-Matters-Most dies in real-world high schools. No Jake Ryan swoops in at an opportune time with belated birthday wishes and a chiseled...
...that appear in the bulk of the novel, the departure from and return to the present day serve as rather weak bookends for what is a very self-contained story. The exploits of Ben and his friends provide a satisfying end to the novel, making the return to Berlin awkward, clumsy and a little cliche...
...They hand out this kit that’s really helpful and really well-researched and you’re with 500 people and everyone’s really awkward,” Levit-Shore says. “If you asked anyone what happened, no one has any idea...
Three weeks ago, after manually constructing breasts, bruising myself with batons and adorning a blue crushed velvet leotard, I captured the title of Miss Harvard 2002. I successfully transformed myself from an awkward nerd to a voluptuous bombshell by applying a sharp razor to my hairy legs and a thick layer of concealer to my blemished face. Post-pageant, with my bouquet of roses dying and my breasts in the trash can, I assumed I would resume the mundane, insular life where I’m mildly anti-social and invariably celibate (the latter not by choice). But the rhinestone...