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...Cigarettes can do vicious things to good people. They make you stink. They make people self-centered as they interrupt conversations for a smoke break. They make generous people miserly as everyone and their mother tries to bum a smoke. They make nonsmokers into judgmental, disapproving assholes...
...spectacle of Tom Stoppard hoofing it through the theater district on a bum foot would be disconcerting to people who think of the playwright as something of an élitist. Ever since his sensational stage debut in 1967 with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead--his absurdist riff on a pair of minor characters in Hamlet--Stoppard has become almost a genre unto himself, taking intellectual, often abstruse subject matter and turning it into challenging yet playful drama. His game, frequently, is the oddball juxtaposition: moral philosophy and gymnastics (Jumpers); Fermat's last theorem and Byron's love poetry (Arcadia); James...
...even dance, despite the fact that nothing else is going on; instead, she jerkily moves around the stage, rubbing her cheeks against sparkly skull-shaped microphones and looking as if she’s in arthritic pain. The only redeeming moment comes when she wiggles her bum for the camera, but the wiggling is brief and, well, old news. —Jenny...
...decent second-hand kart costs around $3,000, and racing in a national championship season can add anything from $10,000-$30,000 on top of that. For parents, that's hardly pocket money. "I knew the financial commitment they were making," remembers Plato. "Every time your bum hits the seat, you've got to perform...
...Instead of sitting on my bum in the house, busy being happy and fat this summer, I ought to be off saving the world—or at least cleaning my plate on behalf of all those starving children in Africa. But I can’t even manage that: Every time I open the refrigerator, out tumbles another Tupperware tub full of leftovers. How can I justify that kind of overabundance, that heavy plunk of plastic hitting the kitchen floor? Am I allowed a carefree and extravagant and totally unconstructive summer for myself—what a sympathetic...