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...takes 30 seconds at the most to tie a tie or brush our hair. If we can’t spare that much time in our hectic lives, we surely do not deserve the attention that is currently lavished on us. Harvard students are rumored to be the future leaders of the world. There is little chance of this being anything more than idle gossip, though, if we refuse to respect those who currently hold that title...
...real schmucko...[Oh, okay.] Don’t feel bad. [Okay.] Sometimes you just have to get that out of your system. [True that.] You’ll never want for lovers. [Amen!] Homeostasis for you will always involve a lover. [Preach on!] The second brush with fame happens to you in Asia. [Gasp! The Luce!] Two of these cards require moving or travel. [Or maybe the Sheldon, Shaw or Trustman!] You will find fame while living on foreign soil. [Here’s to hoping.] You’re also going to have a baby late...
...years later, when I had a brush with breast cancer, I heard the diagnosis and I thought, almost involuntarily, "I've had a wonderful life." It wasn't resignation, because I fought like crazy for the best and most conservative treatment, and haven't had a recurrence for 15 years. But it was another realization that this was my life, and it led me to make other changes. For decades, I'd been treating my apartment like a closet plus an office. It was stacked with cardboard boxes full of papers. Now I thought, "My life is not temporary; this...
ELSA PERETTI RAZOR, $325, AND THUMBPRINT SHAVING BRUSH, $195 Find timeless and elegant trinkets, like this sterling-silver razor and shaving brush, at Tiffany & Co. www.tiffany.com) Other gift options for men: sterling-silver money clips, crystal beer mugs and leather alarm clocks...
...chase—20 percent: The flirtatious laugh over a cup of peppermint tea, the “accidental” arm brush in section. Looking for more than a dance-floor grind but less than a mortgage and talks of future children, I finally concentrated on the chase my junior year…with absolutely no success, of course. No, my boy toys were named Ben and Jerry, and they knew how to give me all the drippy-slippy, this-chunk-is-such-a-hunk, chocolate-covered sexual healing I needed...