Word: lipsticking
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...write. But, she explains, "I can't bear what's happened to the whole discourse about feminism. I can't bear its smugness, its complacency, its juvenility. There are women out there who are hurting, badly." In a flash she shifts from anguish to fierce sarcasm: "We can wear lipstick again. Did you ever stop? And if you stopped, why? And if you want to wear lipstick, go right ahead, but why wear it on your lips? Wear it on your...
...GOING TO a spring formal anytime this weekend, why don't you grab some style? While most Harvard women have a plethora of choices from gowns to shoes to jewelry to shades of lipstick, men just don't have much choice in what they wear. Sure, some men bust out their granddad's hip blue suede tux from the attic for that extra-special occasion, but for the most part, they're encompassed in a sea of black on black. What to do for some variation? Truly nothing says "I'm hip, I'm with it, I'm tres chic...
...they were not really dangerous, right? Every school has its rebels, its Goths in black nail polish and lipstick, its stoners and deadbeats, sometimes, as in this case, the very brightest techie kids who found solidarity in exclusion. "We hung out. We listened to music," says Alejandra Marsh, 16. "We went over to someone's house and watched cartoons. We loved Pinky and the Brain and Animaniacs." Fellow students described them as discarded, unwanted "stereotype geeks," who, like the jocks and preppies, had their own table in the cafeteria, their group picture in the yearbook with the caption, "'Who says...
...passivity toward her situation. Silent consent. In this post-feminist age, the politics of elaborating and emphasizing differences are unfashionable. Most women at Harvard would hesitate to label themselves feminists, a term which connotes bra-burning radicals and militant man-haters. And of course, feminists never wear lipstick or shave their legs...
...from the chaos of dialect, of ignorance and of setting emerges the poignant symmetry of a love triangle. In seventeen short scenes, these three characters play out their strange and beautiful love affairs unselfconsciously and without histrionics. The self-assured and bombastic Henry's awkward gift of a lipstick is completely believable, and Mae kissing Henry's mind is the most romantic moment I've encountered all semester...