Word: boorishness
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...content to continue such tricks vindicate nothing more than their boorish manners, slavish sense of humor, and insufferable ideas...
...motivates my aversion to the marijuana taboo is not a paternalistic concern for people’s health and safety. I truly believe that everyone—but especially wound-up, self-important Harvard students—could benefit from getting high once in a while. While alcohol is boorish and mindless, marijuana is intellectually stimulating, relaxing, and mellow. Alcohol is fun because it makes us less aware of what’s going on, and thus less inhibited, while marijuana makes us hyper-alert, perceptive, and thoughtful. Alcohol is a fantastic social lubricant, but there is nothing particularly enlightening...
...uncle Robert and Robert's Japanese wife, Lady Murasaki. They are sweet to the boy, who is intoxicated by Lady M's silks and fragrances, and her tutorial interest in him, and her impressive sword collection. (He always loved cutlery.) After she is grossly insulted by the boorish local butcher, chivalrous Hannibal takes one of those swords and does the butcher's work on him: slashes and slices the pig up, then eviscerates and beheads him, leaving the carcass in the sun and taking the head home as a trophy for his patroness. This is just target practice...
...This is why Will Ferrell is such a funny guy. He can play funny, stupid, drunk or angry, run around like a maniac and then get a laugh with the slightest flick of an eyebrow. He can be boorish and then deceptively sincere. He can be genuinely sweet and then appallingly offensive. Unlike Adam Sandler or Jim Carrey, Ferrell has more than one note to his comic style - and all the notes are genuine...
...activities. I found that Harvard’s urban setting is not an asset, but one of the institution’s most notable weaknesses. In Cambridge, I no longer wake to the chirping of birds. Their songs have been replaced by the Harvard shuttle’s boorish droning. The shuttle, like a persistent suitor, returns to its place beneath my Mather window every ten minutes from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, offering up its garbled, biodiesel-tainted entreaties and refusing to take no for an answer. Worse than that, however, is the lumbering...