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...Patrick Moynihan points out in The Public Interest, youth of the 1960s was highly isolated from the rest of society. And in isolation is bred arrogance and unworldliness. Age, on the other hand, did not have the benefit of easy contact with youth. There was a tendency either to defect rather mindlessly to youth, accepting uncritically an alteration of values, or to develop a siege mentality and fear and resent one's own children. It was all too easy, depending on one's point of view, to hold youth responsible for what was good in society...
...runs to Reynolds as the only man in her world who doesn't try to rape her, and doesn't seem to want to. However, aside from his lack of emotion, Reynolds treats her in much the same way as her husband did. He transforms a rebellious, well-bred lady who doesn't know how to make a cup of coffee into a worshipful companion who scrubs his table and cooks his food. In Cat Dancing's frontier-era West, where women were more scarce than Radcliffe women in Mather House, Reynolds' passionless sexism passes for real humanity...
...considered "holy in art," it was propelled by a laughter going so deep that a topsy-turvy admiration set in. This admiration clapped for the funeral of the "holy in art" and substituted a new formula holiness--founded in' a 'mix of playfulness, curiosity, and contradiction. And so is bred the Dadaist caricatuue of the seventies...
This naturally bred in me the sense of feminine powerlessness. Consciously my mother's dependence frightened me. I thought my father had the better life. So I emulated his independence. I became a tournament tennis player and traveled the national circuit for nine years. But the feeling of impotence and submission vis-a-vis the world breeds a guilt for any form of success achieved in that world. I would go to bed each night with a knot in my gut, sick with the pressure of having to sin the next day. Winning itself was rarely more than a breath...
FEMINISM HAS bred in me a hyper-self-consciousness, as if a sentry had been planted in my brain double-thinking me. It is most alert in conversation with men. I used to busy myself scenting out the most insignificant of sexisms and flying off the handle when I found them. And then I'd lapse into defensive raps to explain myself...