Word: bitched
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...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...
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...
...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...
...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...
...sudden, Mary's spine fills with pus and she bleeds into her skin and her brain. "You son of a bitch!" shouts her father. "Haven't you tortured her enough?" He goes berserk and tries to slug every doctor in sight. The resident gives the girl special emergency treatments, including a respirator. Prader, the hematologist, now, unexpectedly, opposes the resident. "Don't you think it's time to stop being heroic?" he asks. "Don't you think enough is ever enough?" Says the resident: "There is no reason not to use everything we have...