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Clothing is key for the social butterfly. Students can spend hours scouring their closet for the perfect outfit to wear to the Fly’s Calypso party or to a wine and cheese soirée. The most glamorous at Harvard hit the parties clad in hip jeans, sporting preppy button-downs and swinging designer purses...
...House. There’s a dishwashing sink off to one corner and a large electric dough-mixer hidden in another, but virtually all the pizza is produced in the 20-foot area visible from the parlor. During busy shifts, it takes four or five bakers—all clad in the trademark white uniform—to keep hot pizza in supply. While stretching dough, making subs and serving customers, Noch’s pizzamakers maneuver adroitly to avoid collisions. There is little idle chatter. The concentration, says Pinocchio’s owner and manager Rico DiCenso, is necessary...
...Olympic area"--twice as many places as in the two previous Winter Olympics venues of Lillehammer and Nagano combined, he says. And the clean, crime-free, wholesome society envisioned by the founders of the Mormon church produces spike-haired, nihilistic punks (depicted in the movie SLC Punk!), black-clad goths and the highest rate of Prozac consumption in the country. Despite the strong antipathy of the Mormon church to homosexuality, Salt Lake City has an internationally known lesbian underground scene...
...book that offers itself as a “guide” to a group as heterogeneous as Harvard “women” should be approached with a fair dose of intrigue—and skepticism. The proposition that scantily clad final club groupies, carbo-loading varsity athletes and slightly neurotic left of center journalists can all find something meaningful in the content is ambitious, if not perhaps also naïve. Add to that the guide’s stated desire to serve the testosterone crowd as well—quite the lofty ambition for a book...
...early January, two days into the new year, I stopped at Subway at 8 p.m. to buy a sandwich. The restaurant was empty and the fluorescent lights and yellow paint were about the same shade of somber. A woman, apron-clad, emerged from the back and took my order without looking at me. Turkey sub, cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise. She removed a pre-sliced roll from a large plastic container and put it down on the white counter length cutting board before her. Next she took the turkey, already portioned out and wrapped in plastic, because every Subway sub needs...