Word: girling
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...study suggests that guys who claim they were too drunk to notice that a girl was underage are probably lying, since drunkenness doesn't have much to do with one's ability to estimate age or attractiveness. But that raises a disturbing conclusion: you don't have to be drunk to think the girl next door looks better than your wife. It may be wired into your genes...
...your most soaring dreams, where you feel graceful and defy gravity. At the rear of the stage there's a three-story bandstand, which goes unnoticed until one of the chorines dives from its top, maybe 40 feet high, into a soft tarpaulin held by the burlier performers. A girl and a guy demonstrate that giant beach balls are not for throwing but for dancing on: Fred and Ginger, live, with no missteps. Then the guy on the ball puts another ball on his head, and the girl climbs up to stand on that. It's body art of nearly...
...Played the starring role in every musical put on by your drama department, check out the Freshman Musical, Recall! (Agassiz Theatre, 8 p.m., $5). The premise is beefy enough: the son of a meat factory owner falls in love with a vegan girl. There’s also The Quad, which is advertised as an original rock musical (Loeb Ex Theatre, 11 p.m., free). It’s unclear what the show’s actually about, but it seems angsty enough...
...suitably devoid of emotion. Not very convincing.Adventure arrives in the form of Jane (Sienna Miller) and Cleveland (Peter Sarsgaard), a couple so alluring that Art cannot help but follow them as a third wheel. Jane plays the violin brilliantly but loves punk; she’s the kind of girl who softly asks, “Do you like pie?” in an accent caught somewhere between Tennessee and the acting studio. Cleveland, her boyfriend, is the most American of young heroes—a rebel without a cause, a lost genius falling into the unstoppable maelstrom...
...many Harvard students are so pale that they actually glow under a blacklight. All this is very disconcerting. On your ride over on the plane, you sat between some kid with a BlackBerry who wanted to compare the opportunities for junior politicians at Harvard and Brown and a girl wearing six scarves who wanted to tell you about all the high-school theater shows she had revitalized with her post-Foucaultian directing style. You are just a normal person. It comes out in the course of conversation that you don’t even play the violin...