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...really had nothing to bitch about. I'd missed most of the game, sitting in my living room, beer and cigars, the Pointer Sisters rolling out of the stereo, and my nth game of solitaire in full swing. I'd spent my Sunday dilettanting my way around the dial. By 6:30 I'd seen two quarters of football and six innings of baseball on Channel 4, as well as four of Harold Jackson's TD's on Channel...

Author: By Freddie Boyd, | Title: A Boyd's Eye View | 10/16/1973 | See Source »

...Battle for Argos [Aug. 27]. Though it is true, as David DeVoss reports, that we Marine Corps reservists bitch and moan, the men did a hell of a job working with the regulars on this operation. They not only battled the Yerminites (aggressors) but the hot blistery sun, snakes, scorpions and the rest of nature's elements and pests. Mr. DeVoss chose to write about a few insignificant, petty remarks. Why did he not write about the harsh conditions and how the men fared with them, the harmony of the reservists and the regulars working side by side...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Sep. 24, 1973 | 9/24/1973 | See Source »

Fourth, I was a virgin. And being fed on nineteenth century novels, I believed in "romantic love." And I had no intentions of losing my precious status until I was good and ready. Fourth strike--I was, by virtue of my female sex, a prick tease, a Bitch Goddess...

Author: By Emily Fisher, | Title: Goodbye to All That, and Good Riddance | 9/1/1973 | See Source »

...when I started hearing rumors about myself from the slightest of acquaintances that I began to realize the extent of my notoriety. And those rumors were rich. I'd learned that I was the biggest bitch to hit the 'Cliffe; that I was the most promiscuous miss in town, well-nigh a nymphomaniac; that I was, get this, a Moaner, a Screamer, a Scratcher; that I was the Body-by-Fisher Fisher (I wasn't) and as a baby heiress I'd been promised to a son of my daddy's tycoon pal; that I was a Lesbian...

Author: By Emily Fisher, | Title: Goodbye to All That, and Good Riddance | 9/1/1973 | See Source »

...still lacked the distance that could analyze. I was too busy learning how to cope with my new status--the status of "Beautiful Person," i.e. rich bitch. I found it pinned upon me like an epithet. Glamor, I was discovering, signalled at Harvard a licensed free-for-all for aggressive attention. Be it jealousy or secret sex dreams, contempt just depended on the particular form of the particular insecurity. Glamor got attention all right. Glamor meant a presence to be dealt with, to be talked about, gossiped about, pigeon-holed, and dismissed with a movie magazine's form of voyeurism...

Author: By Emily Fisher, | Title: Goodbye to All That, and Good Riddance | 9/1/1973 | See Source »

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