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...dark days of the cold war, Soviet propaganda was predictably noisy and lurid. During Dictator Joseph Stalin's "Hate America" campaign of the early 1950s, for instance, Kremlin artists depicted U.S. soldiers as hideous, spider-like creatures, armed with spray guns and injection needles, demonically waging germ warfare. But the ad that filled three-quarters of a page in the New York Times last week was far more sophisticated. WHAT HOLDS BACK PROGRESS AT THE GENEVA TALKS? queried the headline. In four columns of dull gray type, paid for by the Soviet embassy in Washington, an editorial reprinted from Pravda...
...contain the porn industry in some other cities. After closing down one particularly offensive club, Civic Activist Frank Phelps, 65, said that even though many sex-prone businesses remained in his area, residents could "live with what we've got." The remaining joints, said Phelps, "don't have the hideous signs up, and they don't advertise, and they are down near the freeway, away from the residential area." Translation: out of sight, out of mind. --By Frank Trippett. Reported by David S. Jackson/Houston
...Hollywood romantic comedy. There are some glimpses of the old Bridget: smart, funny, wholly lacking in decorum. But these moments are outnumbered by the formulaic structure of the narrative, to the point where we’re not sure whether this is Notting Hill, Love Actually, or just some hideous amalgam of all the other resolutely WASPy, sickly-sweet Richard Curtis creations...
Members of the I Hated Lobster Night group on the thefacebook agree. Creator Lucy F.V. Lindsey ’06 call the clambake “an extraordinary extravagance...like sending out hideous diamond necklaces to incoming freshmen. Gross.” The group currently boasts five members...
...Hollywood romantic comedy. There are some glimpses of the old Bridget: smart, funny, wholly lacking in decorum. But these moments are outnumbered by the formulaic structure of the narrative, to the point where we’re not sure whether this is Notting Hill, Love Actually, or just some hideous amalgam of all the other resolutely WASPy, sickly-sweet Richard Curtis creations...