Word: hipped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...been seven or eight years since that hardy band of former 'Poonies and their associates brought out their satiric vehicle, and it has served them quite well. Today they have fancy offices on Madison Avenue, plush brown carpet and lots of smoked glass (a/k/a/ executive hip) and like good businessmen they've diversified--going into records, off-Broadway shows, T-shirts, radio hours and whatnot. A few of their kids even helped start the once-hysterical Saturday Night Live. And while success has been good to them, it has also made them a little stale. The magazine is nowhere near...
...from Fresno, Calif., for his first reunion since graduation, Procter and Gamble Executive Jack Simpson claimed convincingly that he was delighted to be there, jostling hip to hip with dozens of others under a dripping canvas before the bonfire finally got lit. "It's marvelous," said he, and went on to muse on time's familiar way of shrinking one's childhood world: "When I was a kid, that Allegheny Bridge was the Golden Gate. Today I realized I could clear it with a 9-iron...
...Nukes is Good Nukes Road Show--politically hip street theater--the real thing. Free, of course, around lunchtime at Quincy Market and Government Center...
...critics went beserk over this film, praising it from here to Kokomo as a major advance and a triumph for director Paul Mazursky, who brought us Next Stop, Greenwich Village a few years ago. We can't understand why anyone likes this insipid tale of a hip New York couple that hits the skids for no apparent reason. Jill Clayburgh is appealing but not too good as the put-upon protagonist who is suddenly forced to restructure her shattered life. All in all, An Unmarried Woman presents a shallow and almost unbelievably simplistic view of the problems of divorce...
There was, of course, much blood. First a man, lying by the rail line, still alive, crying, with his leg severed at the shin and the shinbone sticking out like a white cornstalk. He must have fallen under the wheels of the train. Then another man, still alive, his hip mangled and bloody. But the blood was not my chief distress; it was my inability to make any sense of what I was seeing. In a famine, where no one kills but nature, there are no marks on the body when people die; nature itself is the enemy-and only...