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...were running Wal-Mart, there would be strippers in the aisles and strippers at the checkout line. In fact, it would just be a strip joint. But despite the fact that I have neither morals nor taste, I think Wal-Mart was right to pull the lad mags - Maxim, Stuff and FHM - from its shelves last week...
...Mart isn't expected to sell Playboy or other pornography, and the lad magazines have been getting away with convincing the world they're something different just because they cleverly disguise a few minuscule body parts. After Wal-Mart decided to discontinue selling FHM, a spokesman for the magazine argued that unlike Details, the SPORTS ILLUSTRATED swimsuit issue and many women's fashion magazines, it never publishes frontal nudity. But it has been working nudity loopholes the way our corporate brothers at AOL worked accounting ledgers. National Geographic photos and those imaging scans in the New England Journal of Medicine...
When I was a lad, I dreamed of running away to sea. It was a harmless enough fantasy for a kid living in middle-class suburban Houston, who was just as likely to become an astronaut as a sailor. When I grew up, I did go to sea?every now and then, aboard luxury cruise ships plying the Caribbean, the Mediterranean and the Aegean. Seven years ago I went on a South American cruise along the coast of Chile, through the Strait of Magellan and on to Buenos Aires. It was a spectacular voyage in many ways, but I swore...
...This lad's mother is very worried," Wu says, pointing to a boy named Xu. "Both his parents played for city teams, and the mother, especially, wants him to be another Yao. But the X ray shows that he will be only 2.05 meters at the most, so there is no hope...
...last time my birthday fell on Thanksgiving I was a naive and impressionable young lad. My family had traveled up to New York to spend the holiday with other extended present givers. On that glorious Turkeyday I was wrapped in a matching red scarf, mittens and ear-muffs before being whisked away to the intersection of Broadway and 34th. There, as Snoopy and Garfield loomed overhead, large like gods, my father whispered into my ear, “This is all for you, happy birthday...