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Harry Potter, in the novels, is a gawky nerd with huge round glasses who hangs around with a bunch of outcasts. He spent most of his childhood being pummeled by his meathead cousin; he had an embarrassing first kiss experience; and he doesn’t entirely understand how to keep his hair combed. He appeals to the nerd in all of us. Harry Potter as a character has never tried to be cool or sought to be in any way attractive—which is why we love him so much...
Nearing Loeb House, where the Board of Overseers had gathered to dub her Harvard’s president-elect, Drew Gilpin Faust paused and said, “I’d better kiss my husband.” The object of her affection, science historian Charles Rosenberg, told her, “Knock ’em dead.” She walked to the door alone.While the board members listened to the Radcliffe dean make her case yesterday, a gaggle of reporters and Town Car chauffeurs congregated on Quincy Street in anxious and somewhat less anxious anticipation, respectively.Cuisine...
...Faust is seen walking through Tercentenary Theater towards Loeb House, where the Board of Overseers is currently meeting. She tells a Crimson reporter that she is "pretty excited." At the corner of Loeb House, she says, "I'd better kiss my husband." She turns back to her husband, Monrad Professor of Social Sciences Charles Rosenberg. They kiss, and he tells her, "Knock 'em dead." As she waits for the door of Loeb House to open for her, she jokes, "Hope there's room...
...This movie drained me. But not in the way a vampire drains blood from its victim. That act has a predatory intimacy. The contact of fangs on neck is erotic - a deep, dirty first kiss, and the prelude to fatal sexual enslavement. Hannibal Rising isn't nearly that much fun. It doesn't, in the manner of its hero, take a bite out of you. The movie is more like a blood drive where you go to donate your pint and nobody takes the needle out and you're strapped to the gurney unable to do anything but watch your...
...those miserable creatures in thrall to the most vile abomination known as “a capella,” I have nothing but disgust. If I didn’t like Eagle-Eye Cherry’s “Save Tonight” when Kiss FM 108 Radio played it eight times an hour in 1997, why would I like it when performed by a second-rate barbershop quartet? So no, I don’t want to go to the next “jam,” and your lack of instruments makes me uncomfortable...