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...spend my days trapped, sometimes for eight or 14 hours at a stretch. My captors twist. They squeeze. My skin blisters under pitiless, chafing leather straps. I’m talking, of course, about high heels and the utter agony of dealing with them all day as I hop, skip, trip, and fall my way though a summer internship at a large financial institution smack in the middle of Corporate America. Middle of Corporate America though it may be, it’s still five blocks away from my subway station...

Author: By Laura L. Krug, | Title: Spiked and Dangerous | 8/12/2005 | See Source »

...girl. I can sacrifice a little hipness for the sake of my offspring. Besides, whatever my new midnight-blue ride lacks in exterior flash it more than makes up for with interior luxuries: huge leather seats, lightning-quick seat warmers, individual climate control, DVD player, satellite radio, five-CD changer, three power outlets for my cell phone, "conversation mirror" (to facilitate chats with backseat passengers), voice-activated navigation system and, of course, 15 cup holders for those mornings when I feel the need for several different flavors of Frappuccino. Throw in a wet bar and a shower massage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: My Roving Barcalounger | 7/24/2005 | See Source »

...more often than the average person does, and she likes to say outrageous things, then break out into fits of throaty alto laughter to show you she's just joking. Rowling wears all black--a floppy black sweater, black pants. A glance under the table reveals shiny black leather boots with steel spike heels that are, at the very least, three inches long...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: J.K. Rowling Hogwarts And All | 7/17/2005 | See Source »

Sporting a smart bow tie and clad in his best dark blue suit, the slender young man with carefully combed hair was nervous as he approached the border checkpoint. Officially, his exit visa was for six months' study in Germany, but he knew that he would not return. His leather suitcase was packed with six shirts, half a dozen butterfly ties, several pairs of socks and a formal cutaway suit. Hidden in his impeccably polished shoes, however, were hundreds of American dollars. In post-revolutionary Russia, he feared being imprisoned or shot for currency smuggling. But it was too late...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Vladimir Horowitz: The Prodigal Returns | 6/21/2005 | See Source »

Before all of that there is this man-to-man exercise, the palpable event of settling into one of those big, brown leather chairs (Reagan carefully studied the advance pictures of the stark Reykjavík meeting room) and looking into the eyes of Mikhail Gorbachev and trying to discern what they are saying even as strange language tumbles out of his lips and is unscrambled by an interpreter between them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Presidency: I Think I Have Some Room to Maneuver | 6/21/2005 | See Source »

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