Word: flirted
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Geraldine Ferraro has made her way in this male preserve by being both feminine and feminist. Her hair is frosted blond, she wears stockings and makeup, and she loves to shop. When she needs to, she can flirt. But she is also tough and resilient, a shrewd back-room operator. She is, says fellow New York Congressman Joseph Addabbo, the paunchy, balding Chairman of the Defense Appropriations subcommittee, "just one of the guys...
Caring. Complimentary term meaning affectionate but not too demanding. A man who has a dog is a caring person. Commitment. The ultimate goal: he is ready to live with her, if she can put up with the dog, and vice versa. If one still wants to flirt, one is "not ready to make a commitment." Communicate. To speak earnestly about various aspects of the commitment. When he breaks off the argument about the dog and starts silently but noisily washing the dishes, he is "not communicating." Depersonalized. A term of dislike, as in "You have become depersonalized. You forgot...
...stick and hoop, he would set about giving them hell. He made them wait weeks for audiences ... He invited them to banquets at which the Russian Ambassador was served bird's-nest soup and Peking duck, while the Americans got borsch and blinis. He refused to flirt with their wives. With the British Ambassador he would pretend to be a hick just down from the villages, and speak only in an obscure regional dialect; in the case of the United States, however, he took the opposite tack and addressed their legate in incomprehensibly florid French. Embassies would constantly...
Wealthier students can ride this tide with the upwardly mobile; others may find it harder to keep apace as the Square begins to flirt in earnest with chi-chi consumerism. I hear there's still an army surplus store at Central Square where, coincidentally, you can also find the proletariat fast food Cambridge opposes. At least at McDonald's two dollars can buy you dinner, not just a sugar rush...
...even when we no longer require their presence. Then, too, we will miss the sound, the clackbop from the house next door that signaled the Great American Novel in progress, or the Great American Last-Minute Term Paper. Writers will miss their old machines greatly, even as they now flirt pantingly with Apple IIs. They will even miss the mistakes they used to make. This sort of msitake. The new machines correct so perfectly that they do not show error, and sometimes error was nice to see, a useful memento of human sloppiness...