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...their international publications; most are showbiz reporters, celebrity hawks, gossip paragraphists. Legend had it that in the Association's early days, some HFPA members were only vagrantly attached to news organs, and that once a year they'd get to host a party for the movie stars whose hair they'd dressed or cars they'd parked. Whatever the journalistic provenance of the HFPA members, their ability to commandeer a Sunday night on a major television network (all right, a once-major network: NBC) made the Golden Globe dinner the starriest show around. And that luster helped legitimize the awards...
...than writing books. 8. FM: You came to the United States at 17 to be an au pair. How was it?JK: Well I was quite miserable, but I was very lucky. It was great fun in fact to be young in New York. I cut off my hair, bleached it, I dressed in a fashionable way of old clothes because I couldn’t afford new ones. I became a sort of exotic figure, took a lot of drugs, had a lot of sex with people I never saw again. Did lots of things that would kill...
House: Currier Concentration: Hist and Lit/Sexual Gender Studies Hometown: Phoenix, Ariz. Ideal Date: 8/17/09 (my 21st birthday), but until then... dinner and a Coca-Cola Classic. What do you look for in a girl/guy: A tall, handsome, 47-year-old Leo with salt-n-pepper hair and an undying love for the Constitution. Where to find you on a Saturday night: Table dancing with my blackberry and bean boots at the Fly Club for ze sexiest gentlemen. Then, snuggling with my Cheetos, Smart Water, Oreos and Felipe’s. Your best pick up line: No strings attached. Best...
...Though it’s well known that humans express phenotypes for characteristics like brown hair or blue eyes, far fewer people know that tuberculosis also generates different phenotypic states...
...Running out of biscuits, Felicity reached out and ripped Roxanna’s thin linen shift off of her body. “Wench!” she snarled.Roxanna, now naked, cried out in distress. Her milk-white body trembled, and the sunlight made a halo of her golden hair. Felicity grabbed Roxanna’s shoulders and pursed her lips, ready to spit in the chambermaid’s face. But something made her pause, staring into Roxanna’s wide, tear-filled eyes. Roxanna lifted her shaking hands and cupped Felicity’s face. Her touch...