Word: flannelled
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...grunge-struck '90s, when record-industry sages were trumpeting Nirvana and the flannel-clad hordes from Seattle as the next big thing, Arista Records president Clive Davis made a huge gamble: he invested millions in hip-hop, a genre many viewed as too troubled to be worth the risk. But the grunge bubble went bust, of course, as did a few of the labels betting on it. Today, hip-hop rolls along as comfortably as Puff Daddy does in his Bentley...
...more prepsters and Gucci-lovers. But a friend of mine--a "proven" trendsetter (remember Hypercolor? That was all her. Cavariccis? Yup, those too.)--last week discovered the ultimate in cool. It has all the potential of a "crossover"--an unlikely bridge over the oh-so-wide gap between the flannel wearers and the Polo-loyal, between DHAs and Banana Republic. The trendiness began when she saw a member of the Harvard Snowboarding Club sauntering down Mt. Auburn Street with a bright yellow (gold? orange? it's an indescribable hybrid) t-shirt punctuated with red and blue lettering. She bought...
...sense of history, the fountain pen has been the stylus of choice since 1884, when the first workable model was invented by L.E. Waterman, a New York City insurance salesman. Its undisputed flow dried up 60 years later, when, thinking "time is money," the man in the gray flannel suit ushered in the ball point pen introducing a new level of corporatization and homogenization to America. In the years following, America flourished as the most visionary of the throwaway societies. Disposable pens were the greatest giveaway since the advent of the key party...
...were "thinking of flying to Seattle." By the way, Seattle is the grunge capital of the world. Even pre-grunge psychedelic hippy Jimi Hendrix is buried there. According to our sources, that's where all the dead rock stars live. As for the funeral, we require advice about which flannel shirts and stocking caps to wear. We checked our collective closets which are desperately lacking anything in black plaid...
...state capitol in Nashville. During the 1996 primaries, Bill Clinton had called Alexander the opponent he most feared. Four years later, after pouring the last of his meager campaign funds into an all-out run at the Iowa straw poll - and coming in a dismal sixth - the flannel-wearing, exclamatory walk-across-the-state Alexander was out of donors and options. This year, he can blame it on fellow GOP moderate George W. Bush and his fund-raising Hoover, but TIME senior writer Eric Pooley says that the gods of politics simply never smiled upon this worthy...