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...Sinclair put himself on the same sort of severe diet that members of the tiny but highly motivated Calorie Restriction Society follow. He lasted a week. "It was too tough," he says. "My hat's off to the calorie restricters. Now I'm hoping to find drugs that can give people the benefits of CR without the diet...
...sexual attraction and self-identity. The book ends in a back alley as Catherine and her drag queen pals snort coke. In an epiphany she concludes, "There is only finding joy where you can, with whom you can," a line to live by no matter where you hang your hat...
...same question could easily be asked of any of the other encounters between Boston’s henchmen and me—sometimes sporting my dingy Yankees hat, sometimes not—during my two-day stay. Why the knowing glances in a bar’s inner bowels between complete strangers from Harvard and Northeastern, followed not long thereafter by an unprovoked chant of “Yankees suck!”? Why the need to inject themselves into conversations 30 feet away to curtly ask whether they could “wipe their ass with my hat...
...their first-place counterparts seemed to not-so-quietly permeate the trip’s smallest detail. Would every aspect of an otherwise wonderful city be ruined for me by this loathsome invasion? The possibility of Notre Dame Cathedral’s crucifix adorned by an oversized Red Sox hat suddenly seemed all too real. An “obligatory” visit to the renowned establishment “Super Sex” was threatened to be derailed by the prospect of a dancer providing a tantalizing performance only to reveal a suggestively placed tattoo countering The Curse...
...times, and for other wazangu—white people, colloquially—as well. With my gin and tonic in hand (the quinine helps to prevent malaria, I’m told), decent tea and coffee at my disposal, even cheeseburgers and kippers, donning khaki and a Panama straw hat, it’s easy to forget myself, history major that I am, and fall into the thinking that it’s 1954, and not decades later. When a visitor in either time caught eye of a black polished sedan surrounded by 20-or-so motorcycles flashing lights, they...