Word: dinners
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...center males, studs who could cry. That was silly. Men don't cry. They brood, and mutter, and sulk, sometimes for hours on end, while on TV the Red Sox are slowly dying. That's fine, the author is saying, but not while there are children to be bathed, dinner to be zapped, vacuuming to be postponed. Her bleak message, alas, is that taking out the garbage is not enough...
...sport too, but less for the fish than for the angler's relatives. Fly-fishermen can quickly become world-class bores. Solitude becomes an end in itself. Spouses bristle at the suggestion that family vacations should consist of two weeks at some bug-infested fishing camp in Forsaken, Mont. Dinner-party invitations trail off as conversation seems to center on the pleasures of fishing nymphs in deep riffles or the relative merits of bamboo and graphite fly rods. Children growl at the proposal that the backyard pool be returned to nature and converted to a trout pond...
...characters are quick and engaging; they could be the thirtysomething folks on a good day, in a gilded mirror. As Ephron says, "People who live in cities aren't in car chases. We don't get shot at. What we mainly do is talk on the phone and have dinner." Her film and sex, lies serve up the urban scene at its most urbane. Clean taxis and great apartments appear in a trice, and no one's upscale job deprives him of quality time for soul scratching. But in both films the surface prettiness is just a device; it clears...
...come home after work, look through the mail, fix dinner, do some gardening, and before you know it, I'm falling asleep in front of "L.A. Law." I throw dinner parties. I was sent a form letter to join the PTA, and I read it with interest...
...biceps bulge with muscle, his thighs are thick as saplings, his huge 48-in. chest heaves with power. He also has the beginnings of a paunch. Explains Foreman: "The secret to my winning is my eating." By which he means that he has been reborn at the dinner table too. The Big Macs have been replaced by broiled mackerel. For breakfast, the slugger still puts away a dozen eggs, but first he excises the yolks...