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...give a damn what party I'm with. I don't have this venomous hate for the leader of the blue team, if the Republicans are the red team. I'm a Rockefeller or an Eisenhower Republican," he says. "I think that [the right wing] is out of step with the party. I'm trying to bring the party back to the center, exactly like the Democrats did," he continues...
This is no knock on our overseas cousins. Indeed, the people who should hate this type of Anglophile the most are the British. For with some exceptions (Absolutely Fabulous, The Young Ones), the original British shows that Americans have most dearly embraced have reinforced a safe, neutered image of Britons, all Anglo veneer, no Saxon bile. (Let's not count the decades-old Monty Python and Fawlty Towers, which, however brilliant, are as representative of today's Britain as a suet pudding...
...writing of model Lauren Bush "She's only 15. O.K., now you can hate her" [PEOPLE, May 15], TIME writer Ellin Martens makes the same mistake that the fashion magazines do. Why would readers base how they look or what they buy on a teenager? I am a 48-year-old, wealthy, attractive, professional woman. I spend thousands of dollars a year on clothing. Stop pushing a pro-youth image for the American woman. KATHRYN RUSSELL New York City...
Even in this age of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," Americans still love to hate the rich. So when a guy who makes $6 million a year is caught on tape spitting on a man who wears a blue-collared shirt for a living, it's a sure bet that the spitter's fight for public redemption will be difficult, if not impossible...
With high art butting up against crass industry, and the sublime meeting the slime, Cannes is catnip for a connoisseur of bad taste like trash auteur John Waters, who showed his fizzy anarchistic jape Cecil B. Demented out of competition. "When I hear people say they hate the festival," he told TIME's Jeffrey Ressner, "I wonder why they bother to stay in show business." Cecil B. was typical of the American films premiering at Cannes this year. Ribald or sedate, they were all off-Hollywood. The Coen brothers offered a surprisingly genial odyssey, O Brother, Where Art Thou?, with...