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...would serve your host country and yourself better by being respectably different, so that the cultural exchange goes both ways. Don’t step out in shorts in Zanzibar, but don’t act like you’ve been tying a hijab since middle school either. It’s not so bad to be foreign...
...HFCS). Food writer Michael Pollen calls HFCS the “culprit in the nation’s obesity epidemic,” but the Corn Refiners Association has been airing commercials recently to dispel this myth. (You can find them on YouTube. They’re worth watching.) Either way, switching to a more conscious consumption of sugar is unquestionably a good thing. The release of Pepsi Throwback, following in the limited-run tradition of Pepsi Raw released last year in the UK, is a sign that Pollen’s words have made it to the CEO?...
...slid my hands around the pew pocket. But there was nary a hymnal. I straightened back up, I looked left, I looked right. I even rocked onto my toes to peer down the far ends of the pews. All empty. Daddy didn’t have a hymnal either but he was looking on with Mrs. Hannway. The same thing for the stranger on my left.I really did try worshipping with everybody else. But I hadn’t actually sung the song for a year or two (or five...not since ’61?). And the more...
...retrograde, but from adhering to a false progressivism. This was a man who advised me not to brush my teeth before performing oral sex, since tiny lacerations in the mouth can increase chances of transmitting HIV—clearly, we were having a no-holds-barred conversation. He was either under the impression that he was talking to the sort of feminist who would understand that he was a chill, trustworthy dude-turned-counselor who realized the shortcomings of his own sex or thought he was empowering me to protect myself...
...plasticity of their conversations is impossible to overlook. To be sure, there is a patent attempt to flesh out the main characters’ three-dimensionality. Tucker’s secret sexual naïveté, for instance, complicates his otherwise insufferably flat character. But nothing can save either protagonist from the actors’ forced deliveries. Ultimately, Hugh Hefner is the only realistic character in the film, and that isn’t saying much since the man plays himself. Like a gawky teenager lumbering at a school dance, “Miss March” is a film...