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Throughout the 1990s, it was mainly frat boys who generated headlines for waking up hazed and dazed in the ER--if they woke up at all. In recent years, however, some colleges have found a new cause for concern: young women who drink as dangerously as, if not more so than, their male classmates. This development invites a raft of knotty questions. Why are today's girls and young women, who are also getting arrested more and doing more drugs, behaving more like boys in so many reckless ways? Do they simply feel freer to be themselves? Or does...
...executions. On Greg a floppy-eared puppet lands on a kids' show whose furry cast members throw hissy fits and pop Percocets off-camera just like flesh-and-blood divas. Eugene Levy and Seth Green make fine foils, but it's their plush pals who will have you in, er, stitches. The show defies good taste and gets away with it, as when Greg falls under the sway of an Al Sharpton-like puppet-rights agitator. ("This is going to end with puppets rioting in the streets," Levy frets. "This is the Fozzie Bear verdict all over again.") But Wednesday...
From habits to habeas: erstwhile flying nun Sally Field returns to TV as a rookie Justice on a divided Supreme Court. The pilot is earnest and jargon laden, like producer John Wells' ER and The West Wing--and as stiff and colorless as a freshly starched robe. A big problem is Field's Kate Nolan, a dull, middle-of-the-road pillar of common sense whose tough streak Field undercuts with her doe-eyed, first-day-of-school demeanor. There are hints of intrigue, but the lifeless characters and boilerplate dialogue need judicial review...
...like me—er, Boston...
...finally warm(er) out, the sun is shining and birds are twittering merrily outside open windows. Across campus, everyone renews resolutions to “get into Boston more” just as they have been meaning to do since their arrival at Harvard. Sadly, if the past is any indication, these resolutions mostly won’t hold up. The T does cost $1, after all. Somehow, the good-for-you art at the MFA and overpriced boutiques on Newbury Street aren’t always sufficiently enticing draws. But perhaps Harvard folk are simply not looking...