Word: babyishness
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...faced. For instance, some toy company may want to measure your face so that it can manufacture dolls with your likeness. You could make a lot of money selling them to your youngest fans, but then your older fans--the 12- and 13-year-olds--would think you're babyish and move on to Hanson. And then there's all the choreography you have to remember while you're trying to look as yummy as possible. And the whole goatee-or-non-goatee dilemma. And the fact that your manager keeps insisting you enter your hotels through the front door...
Personally, I think Meredith Brooks arranged the most appealing female offering of the season with "Bitch." Opening with a fragile, babyish voice in every verse, Brooks pleads with her listeners to accept her good and bad sides. Then enter the courageous chorus, "I'm a bitch, I'm a lover..." and the song breaks loose, ready to be subdued by her lilting voice once again. Also, I can't forget to mention my favorite lyric which appears in the bridge-"when you hurt, when you suffer, I'm your angel undercover...
David Ackroyd as George is the archetypal history professor, who speaks solemnly, holds forth portentously and submits wordlessly to his small-scale destiny. David Macdonald is suitably well-muscled as Nick, but isn't very convincing during his more intelligent outbursts. Patricia Dunnock is far too annoying and babyish as Honey for us to really feel the horror of her climactic drunken confession. It seems a mistake for director Larry Arrick to make Honey and Nick so ludicrously two-dimensional, for it undermines the true cruelty of George and Martha's manipulations if we feel Honey and Nick aren...
...With his olive-brown eyes and brown curls peeping out from under his wool cap, he looks like any of the thousands of Afghan boys who loiter, energetic and restless, in Pakistani refugee camps. But there is something different about him. It is not in his face, which is babyish, or his hands, callused and blackened. It is the look behind his eyes, the dulled expression of a seasoned grunt...
...density and sweet pastiness that only oil paint can give. Surfeited by color, twinkling with fields of dots (like enlarged details of a Seurat, betokening light), its casual surface can look clumsy; but that is only Hodgkin playing with the idea of clumsiness, extracting an educated pleasure from the babyish joys of daubing. In fact, his taste rarely fails, and his talent as a colorist remains unmatched among living painters. Both place his paintings squarely in the tradition whose praises they modestly sing. -By Robert Hughes