Word: lameing
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...effort shouldn't go in only one direction. Kids should be encouraged to watch some of the shows their parents regularly watch, whether it's 60 Minutes, The Antiques Road Show or Gilligan's Island. They may tell you they're lame, but who knows? Your kid might be impressed that you know all the original plots to the shows on Nick at Nite. The point is, you--not the television--get to be the parent...
...question, of course, is why everyone thinks this is a good idea. Think about it for a sec. Sure, we'll watch the first couple of weeks, but who's going to listen to a band when we know how lame the members were to begin with? Would any girl still scream at the Backstreet Boys if she watched videotapes of the boys milking cows or shoveling manure out in a Nebraska cornfield? Or an 'NSync member learning to lose his southern accent with a voice coach? In any case, unless they edit severely, we might be amused...
...role of the military in developing democracies. The four have been told to wear casual civilian clothes. It is clear that the White House hopes that if military power can't oust Saddam, maybe these insurgents can. Others see the training in a different light. "It's lame," says Democratic Senator Joseph Lieberman. "It's obviously not what Congress intended them to do with that money...
Each week the V.I.P. writers have a meeting to decide upon a lame excuse to show half-naked women. White-slavery ring? Trouble on a swimsuit photoshoot? The owner of a lingerie company under siege? Good enough. The writers' only requirement is to include one sexy scene and one action scene every 10 pages. But they don't even need to bother coming up with these flimsy premises; as bodyguard Vallery Irons, Lee wears 5-in. stilettos and a spandex minidress just to go to the office. "Val's wardrobe is her interpretation of being able to be everything...
...around in a tuxedo and plastic lei, a conical hat affixed to your head with an elastic chin strap, washing down fish eggs with carbonated white wine, as some glorified Bar Mitzvah band plays Public Enemy's Don't Believe the Hype, has always seemed to me a pretty lame way to spend the night...