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...there isn't the same bewildering pullulation of different gods. In Cambodia the same cast recurs again and again: the Buddha in his various forms; the main Hindu deities: Shiva, Vishnu, the elephant god Ganesha and so forth. And there is very little of the eroticism of Indian sculpture: bare breasts and torsos, but no full nudes, and no copulation...
...Bare midriffs! What's the world of Miss America coming to? For the first time since 1947 (when all the gals sported two pieces, though the bottom one had to be 2 in. above the navel), Miss America contestants will be permitted to wear bikinis in the swimsuit competition. Leonard Horn, CEO of the Miss America Organization, explains that the decision "is about choice, individuality and allowing 17- to 24-year-old women to be who they really are," and is not, we repeat, not a ploy to boost ratings. The organization, concerned that the image of the beauty queen...
...incident. Summer in America. Also a season for music: strutting macho megatours; draining weekend-long rock festivals; sweaty dance clubs throbbing with testosterone-filled techno. Dial up Ticketmaster; go to an outdoor alternative-rock show in a field, in a stadium; see the teeming, churning mosh pits, the muscular bare-chested frat boys, the sharp, scabbed elbows, the clomping Reeboked feet, the choking clouds of dust obscuring the stage...What if summer were different? What if the hottest season of the year flexed a bit less and cared a bit more? What if the months of July and August...
...both. This is healing music, devoid of irony and flush with optimism and unabashed emotion. "Apathy is boring," says Cole. "It takes real courage to have hope." This is music that wants to feel, no matter how much it hurts. Says Jewel: "People are hungry for emotiveness. They want bare honesty, emotional blood-and-bone honesty...
...would crawl through a field of nettles four times during the shooting of Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison, until he had a satisfactory take, keeping the blood from multiple scratches hidden from director John Huston. And the kind of actor who in Cape Fear smashed an egg against his bare chest and let it drip unheeded--metaphorical blood this time, from a profoundly wounded psyche--as he proceeded to scare the wits out of Polly Bergen...