Word: cutters
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There is no question that Eminem's lyrics are filled with explicit language, homophobia, misogyny and violence. I advocate none of these and, in fact, wholeheartedly disapprove. However, emerging from radio waves saturated with cookie-cutter pop songs, Eminem is refreshing. He is not trying to make you feel good. He is not in love. He is not apologizing for anything. In fact, he seems to hate everyone equally, with the possible exception of his toddler daughter, Hailie...
...Among the problems bedeviling Wal-Mart in Europe are the loss of key senior managers, cultural differences, an inability to get inventory systems running quickly and fully, and strong competitors. In Germany, it's hard to be the lead price-cutter when retailers historically offer low prices and operate within ultra-tight margins...
...must be more than a year since I've listened to music radio out of choice. In the age of digital downloads, it seems such an obsolete medium. Who wants to be forced into a cookie-cutter genre (college rock or classic rock or oldies) and asked to love everything in it? On the other hand, it must also be at least a year since I've had the thrill of discovering a toe-tapping tune from an unknown artist completely by accident. This is what happens when you enter the world of Napster and MP3s. You tend to play...
Most days, this critic is happy to be a man. But he wished he could switch genders for half an hour so as to be truly, properly insulted by this bogus female-bonding sitcom about a set of cookie-cutter sibs: a bitter careerist (Vicki Lewis), a pretty ditz (A.J. Langer) and a maternal yuppie (Katherine LaNasa). The Chekovian title and the creators' resumes (Roseanne, Murphy Brown) can't hide the cliches as the show daringly reveals that women obsess over carbs and tangle with clueless guys. Be it from Mars or Venus, let's hope that Sisters...
...Shelby Lynne, "I Am Shelby Lynne" After a slew of corporate efforts that I and most everyone else never heard, Lynne jettisoned the Nashville production line and the cookie-cutter country cutie bag and made an album of deeply sultry roots-pop music that touches on everything from Dusty Springfield soul to down-home slide guitar blues. Tapping the crucial lode where familiarity and freshness commingle, the whole thing was written and played by Lynne and Bill Bottrell, who demonstrates that his tenure in Sheryl Crow's Tuesday Night Music clubhouse was no fluke...