Word: caressed
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Freshman year: I start dating an FM executive who fancies himself a Marxist of sorts. I begin to convert myself to angry liberalism peppered with snide remarks regarding the wealthy, the established, the nationalist, the patriotic. I caress my Dover edition of Theory of the Leisure Class and use phrases such as “pecuniary emulation” and “consumer consciousness.” I think Juliet Schor (czarina of “Shop ’Til You Drop”) embodies the ideal human. I adhere to Harvard liberalism and hatred of the military...
...Raucous hardcore punk (“I Hate Hate”) sits comfortably beside twee synth-pop (“Brazil”), proving that all sounds are indeed created equal. Point is as much an earnest exploration of texture and timbre, of music’s capacity to caress and disorientate, as it is a collection of bright melodies and jaunty rhythms...
...gotten used to other things, too, like tracing the outlines of my father's face with my hands, a caress that neither of us would have been comfortable with before. And talking to him in a loping, melodic tone, a parental tone, one meant to soothe and lull. This is the man who lifted me onto a horse when I was small, whose strong swimmer's arms moved him confidently through churning seawater. His grip is still strong, but his hands and arms are thin...
Psychic Mary paused to close her eyes, pass her hands over the tarot cards and caress her golden rocks. “I see that you will get back together with someone that you had a long, rocky relationship with.” Frances thinks. Who could that have been? JP? Josh Simon? She ponders her long, tortured past of Crimson relationships. “You will have multiple residences and you will have to do a lot of stress management with your husband, I picture you getting married very soon, right after college.” She continues...
Describing hip-hop as “rooted in struggle,” West talked about black music’s unique ability to “caress our bruises” in this “moment of deep sadness and sorrow...