Word: ironization
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...teams have similar outlooks going into this afternoon’s games. They both know better than to look past their opponents, but they also know that today is their last chance to iron out their kinks in time for the gold medal game...
...wanted to find the ex-Taliban deputy interior minister, all they had to do was ask the baker at Kabul's diplomatic enclave of Wazir Akbar Khan. The baker drags a flat-iron shaped nan bread from the wood-fired oven, and brushing flour from his hands, points down to a lane of high-walled villas, all with marble facades. These villas are among the city's few spoils of war, and they are grabbed by a new set of commanders every time the city changes hands. When the Taliban fled Kabul, Khaksar, elected to stay behind in his villa...
...Huang was denied entrance to the Beijing Dance Academy's Middle School three times because he was too short. "They wouldn't even let me audition!" Huang laments. "They saw me in line and shooed me away." To make up for nature's oversight, his father constructed a crude iron ring, bolted it to the rafters of their home and hung Huang from it upside down every afternoon. Huang swears it stretched his legs 3 cm and gained him entrance into the Shanghai Dance Academy...
Picture the worst film that you can possibly imagine and begin beating yourself with a tire iron. Only then can you come close to conjuring the film experience that is Britney Spears’ Crossroads. Not only does she recite the lyrics of “Not A Girl...Not Yet A Woman” as a poem around a campfire to the Handsome Stranger, she also forgoes a career in medicine to audition to become a (gasp) pop star in Hollywood. Prancing from one scene to another, Spears displays a jaw-droppingly diverse acting range in her film debut...
...wanted to find the ex-Taliban deputy interior minister, all they had to do was ask the baker at Kabul's diplomatic enclave of Wazir Akbar Khan. The baker drags a flat-iron shaped nan bread from the wood-fired oven, and brushing flour from his hands, points down to a lane of high-walled villas, all with marble facades. These villas are among the city's few spoils of war, and they are grabbed by a new set of commanders every time the city changes hands. When the Taliban fled Kabul, Khaksar, elected to stay behind in his villa...