Word: exhibitionistically
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...many affairs, but he stands out more for his trademark crudeness. “[H]e liked to discomfit ‘the Harvards’… by forcing them to confer with him while he sat on the toilet, and he was a lifelong exhibitionist who in college had dubbed his penis ‘Jumbo,’” Morrow relates...
...fully engaged. "The 21/2 years of designing this hotel were like 90 days to me. No one saw me. I worked six days a week, and I was in ecstasy," he says. "Then we had to get financing, and that was work." It dawned on Wynn that his earlier, exhibitionist model--battling treasure ships outside Treasure Island, for example--needed to be turned, literally, outside in. "I thought, Could I have been wrong all this time about the feature being in the front of the hotel?" says Wynn. "The audience shouldn't be on the sidewalk. It should be inside...
...version of the script, he recalled, "I saw a part I was dying to play -and my part was dying to play it, too." (Cue rim shot.) The director was a Reems fan: "I really dug Harry. He's a professional, he's a romantic, and he's an exhibitionist." But for some reason he didn't want him to play Dr. Young. Linda, of course, had to be in the movie; she was the movie. He gave her an alliterative, movie-star name and devised costumes, lighting tricks and cagey camera angles to hide her abdominal scar, a memento...
...family of performing professionals. I was as close to the entertainment industry as my section of the Corliss clan got, And as a critic, of course, I?m basically a paid member of the audience - a voyeur, not an exhibitionist; a destroyer, not a creator. Yet the showbiz bug keeps infiltrating successive generations, keeps bringing them to New York. Derek is here now, waiting tables and taking courses as he and a friend hone their improv comedy act. His father, after a full career in the airline business, is now the executive director of a Denver-area symphony orchestra...
...think the restrictions of Cairo have done nothing but exacerbate my restlessness and stoke my exhibitionist urges. I have belted Bob Marley while careening through the Sahara in an ancient Humvee, friends at my side, to a campsite in the white desert. I have reclaimed my independence atop a desert ridge, ripping off my shirt and claiming the land for myself—“Operation O’Brien Freedom,” I called it. Then I scampered back down to find our Bedouin guides laughing at my idiocy. I’d left my only water...