Word: bitched
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...that was the cue for the kids to break out." Some youngsters still carry knives and guns as casually as pocket combs. One parent assaulted her, and she notes, "I've had kids say to me, 'I'm going to punch you,' or they call me 'that bald-headed bitch' because of my short hair...
Neala Schleuning, director of the Women's Center at Mankato State University in Minnesota, was annoyed last fall when she saw an advertisement for the TV series Dynasty displaying three female characters under the headline BITCH, BITCH, BITCH. She wrote to Fallon McElligott, the award-winning Minneapolis ad agency responsible for the promotion, objecting to what she called its "male gonad" style. That phrase riled an employee at the agency, which regularly does pro bono work for women's groups and organizations promoting children's rights. His response was, well, intemperate: a photo of what appeared to be an African...
Fallon McElligott issued apologies to all concerned, but the gesture was too late. One of its biggest accounts, the U S WEST Bell telephone company, now says it will not renew its contract with the agency, valued as high as $10 million annually. The reason: the BITCH, BITCH, BITCH affair. Said a satisfied Schleuning: "This is Fallon McElligott's worst possible nightmare come true. I couldn't have set this one up if I had tried...
...Abraham Ribicoff on the podium denouncing the "gestapo tactics" of the police, and down on the floor, in the Illinois delegation, Mayor Richard Daley, face contorted, screaming at Ribicoff. TV's nation of lip-readers & thought they saw Daley emit the words: "F--- you, you Jew son of a bitch . . . Go home!" Daley later said he never used language like that. In any case, a century of backroom politics died at that instant...
...boss raider as he works the phones to spear a couple mil in two minutes flat: "Wait for it to head south, then we'll raise the sperm count . . . If it looks as good as on paper, we're in the kill zone . . . Dilute the son of a bitch. I want every orifice in his body flowing red . . . Lunch!? Are you joking? Lunch is for wimps...