Word: blonded
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...went out tonight with Mary Littlefield. She is a tall, striking blond with spaced-out blue eyes. She yearns for escape from Briggs. I am beginning to feel that the girls I get along with best are those who have already moved out or would like...
...implied, but Horovitz did not choose to develop the play in that direction. Bobby is a hung-up Greenwich, Connecticut rat. Jebbie exclaims, "I gotta tell you kid, I'm hip to your problems (Greenwich and all that) because I get calls from two-hundred little madras-commuting-blond-Nazi-God-bless-America mice like you every week. I pulled my ass up from New Jersey. That's right. New Jersey. Not Newark either so don't get any smart ideas." Then follow jokes about Montclair, paranoia, penis-envy. On one hand, it must be cunning to hear rats talk...
...frequently reprinted picture taken of Auden about thirty years ago shows a young man with a sharp face, his blond hair flopping in his eyes, a hand raised to light the cigarette pressed between his lips. Thirty years ago, Auden was the leader of the "Auden generation" -a group of young poets that included Stephen Spender, Christopher Isherwood, and C. Day Lewis. He was young then, as he followed the revolutions in Spain and China, and his reputation and influence grew rapidly. Today, as he shuttles annually from homosexual domesticity in the Austrian village of Kirschteten to an East Village...
Died. Conrad Nagel, 72, veteran of Hollywood and Broadway; of a heart attack; in Manhattan. After making his debut on Broadway in 1918's Forever After, the handsome blond actor rose to stardom in the silent days, appearing in more than 150 films (Little Women, The Jazz Singer) between 1919 and 1932. His resonant baritone was perfect for talkies, and he continued to star in films while scoring Broadway hits in 1943's The Skin of Our Teeth and 1948's Goodbye, My Fancy...
What is most irritating about Schaap's style is his blatant pandering to a narrow audience. One chapter entiled, "I Like My Girls Blond and My Johnnie Walker Red," is devoted to Namath, the stud, and one can just imagine the segment of America that fancies itself he-man. Schlitz-drinking, duck-shooting and hard-loving smugly saying, "Yeah, goddamn, Namath's one of US, Fcrissake...