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...their design, these messages must go unanswered. Their authors don't really expect consolation over e-mail. Fishing for actual sympathy over the Internet would betray a great deal of weakness; on the other side of things, nobody wants to admit to e-mail stalking other people ("Dear X: I was fingering your account at 4:30 a.m. and noticed your distressing plan file.") If these authors never expect a response, whom are they writing to? Perhaps they are writing to God. It would be comforting to think He reads ours plan files like slips of paper tucked inside...
...nothing to do with the price of tea in China. The magazine's great, and if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Or perhaps you're yelling that there may be snow on the roof, but there's fire in the belly. I appreciate your confidence, dear reader, but you don't know what's in the pickle barrel until you take the lid off. Where there's smoke, there's fire, and the staff is walking on thin...
...AMATO has hardly slunk into oblivion. Instead, he's leading the rewarding life of pundit-about-town, with the requisite gig as a commentator (Fox News Channel) and rumored romance with a blond (Sex in the City author Candace Bushnell). Last week he announced his latest venture: "Dear Alfonse," a political advice column for George magazine, the publication edited by JOHN KENNEDY JR. Asked who could use some advice these days, D'Amato offers, "The House Republicans. I'd tell them not to let their emotions carry them away." Queried about Bushnell, D'Amato is more guarded, saying only...
...near. On March 24, 1934, the Comedian Harmonists sang its signature closing tune, Auf Wiederseh'n, My Dear, for the last time. The three Jews went abroad and formed a new outfit, the Comedy Harmonists, while the others stayed in Berlin, recruited new members as Das Meistersextett (the Master Sextet). Neither faction enjoyed the fame of the original group--an emblem, a casualty and a lovely memory of a fractious...
...Kind of People: Inside America's Black Upper Class (HarperCollins; 418 pages; $25), is the literary equivalent of the nose job Graham obtained so that he could "further buy into the aesthetic biases [toward light complexions, straight hair and sharp features] that many among the black elite hold so dear." In other words, to brownnose the black blue bloods...