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...fast food chain, there is still misplaced aggression toward innocent people--at one point comparing poultry factory workers to Oompa-Loompas followed by the line: “There are people who are obese, and they need their food.” Propaganda like this with its misplaced blame??shaming the individuals who eat fast food rather than just those who produce it—ultimately fails. There aren’t many people left in the world that think fast food is healthy, and I’m not going to argue that it is. However, there...
...response paper for that Lit & Arts core, when you catch yourself forgetting to capitalize, omitting punctuation, using abbreviations—and even, god forbid, emoticons. While you brush it off as a result of sleep deprivation, a new study says that you’re not to blame??technology is. A report, published last week cooperatively by the Pew Internet & American Life Project and the College Board’s National Commission on Writing, found that two-thirds of high school students frequently use common e-mail, instant message, and text message slang in their academic writing. Students...
...back to the ’30’s in some place or other, maybe during the Depression; slightly menacing in a world gone wrong, and with the specter of modern globalization injustice hanging over everything. Favorite lines: “In you my friend I find no blame??/ “Wanna look in my eyes please do”/ “No one can ever claim that I took up arms against you.” That’s another Ovid intertext, addressed to the emperor Augustus back then: Tristia...
...Jason L. Lurie ’05 would stoop to such base tactics as Dunster-bashing in the venerable pages of The Harvard Crimson (Letters, “Getting Quadded Is Not The Worst Thing That Can Happen,” April 5). But, surely, he is not to blame??his letter is merely evidence that he has been infected by a rampant epidemic that is coursing through the Harvard campus: Dunsteritis...
...Teflon when stuck with the blame??for finishing the ice cream, for missing a doctor’s visit, for whatever banality it was. In his last week, I am told, my grandmother used a belt as a harness to lift him from wheelchair to bed. Although his mind was failing by then—most of our family had become strangers to him, myself included; few things are more painful—he somehow retained his buck-passing jujitsu. The belt hurt his back, and he was not about to buy my grandmother’s explanation...