Word: gushes
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Disclaimer: It's not 'cool' to gush about anything anymore, especially Harvard. Maybe we're all just plain scared of appearing vain, and so don't talk it up. More probably, we just want to fit in, and so never act so happy to be here that it seems we don't belong...
...since I'm graduating, and so on the verge of not belonging anymore, this editorial might gush a little about the place. Please bear with me. If you are a parent, then gushing is in order. If you are a classmate, try to understand that I was a non-gusher before--in the space of two weeks--35 job interviewers asked me why I liked Harvard. Here's what I came up with for their benefit...
...tireless besieger besieged, sacked and pillaged -- but the author won't let matters play that way. He ) allows no distance at all from constant sexual striving, less pornography than pathology. Every page of every chapter is nose to skin, eyeball to sweaty flesh, told by Ira in long, gush-of-consciousness sentences that ooze on for several hundred words. Now and then the type switches to italic as the tormented Fiona, somewhat less convincingly, rants her anguish...
...Charlie Sheen, Kiefer Sutherland and friends are bad boys on horse with semi-noble causes, murdering profusely to get what they want, and grinning the whole time so as to enchant the ladies both of the screen and the audience (at one point, I heard a lass Behind me gush, "Ommigod! She gets to kiss Charlie Sheeeen!"). Yet I must commend director Stephen Herek for being so economical. It's always good to see another saved-from-the-executioner-at-the-last-minute scene or to see Kiefer Sutherland once again with his back against a tree...
...nostalgia for experiences he was old enough to have had but didn't -- he went into a pilot training program in Mississippi in 1944 and might have been that pink boy embracing his sweetheart in front of the bomber. His girls are the nymphs of a lost Arcadia of gush, as remote from us now as Gibson girls were from the '60s. Their innocence is oddly counterpointed by the naivete with which they are painted...