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...week, China's male gymnastics team tumbled from gold-medal shoo-in to fifth-place finisher. The disastrous showing owed largely to the mishaps of one 19-year-old Olympic newcomer, pommel-horse world champion Teng Haibin, who, in rapid succession, stepped twice out of bounds in the floor routine, slipped on the parallel bars and, in a crowning, cataclysmic moment, swung himself right off the high...
There is also uncertainty in men's roles at home. Says Bob Silverstein, an employment consultant and personal life coach in New York City: "Home has become one more place where men feel they cannot succeed." For as much as women desire and demand their husbands' assistance in floor waxing and infant swaddling, many men complain that their wives refuse to surrender control of the domestic domain and are all too adept at critiquing the way their husbands choose to help out. Haltzman, who gathers research on husbands through his SecretsOfMarriedMen.com website, points out that "there...
...clearly a badass. She explained sides of beef by pointing to her own body. She tore at suckling-pig ribs with her giant bare hands. She never edited out any of her mistakes, showing you how to fix them, live with them or bluff. She dropped stuff on the floor, wiped it off and said, "Remember, you're all alone in the kitchen, and no one can see you." She was the Lee Marvin of cooking...
...study us intently as we walk in. Several of them look decidedly unfit, and I look around for the natural leader of the group, the tough veteran of the voyage we're about to begin. "Hi, we're your guides," says a boyish young man from the floor, where he's kneeling on a bulging bright blue bag, squashing it into as small a shape as possible. He nods cheerfully toward an even younger man, who looks like he's just woken after a big night. The bags Pat hands around turn out to be as much cargo...
...next day swings between moments of rest, watching entranced as a platypus glides underwater alongside us, and the chaos that ensues when a branch catches one raft as we scoot over a short drop, pitching three of us head first into the churning current and ripping the raft's floor. But we're quickly succumbing to the river's magnificence; its sweet-tasting, clear waters, tinged brown by the tannin leaching off plants, surging and meandering between banks crowded with a jostling throng of trees, tall leatherwoods dropping white blossoms into the foam-covered eddies. Thick forest stretches away...