Word: loins
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...tradition of Demon, the most recent issue attributed a number of novel pseudonyms to its staff. In this issue, one "Glazed Pork Loin" descended to a new low in humor writing. In his own attempt at "humor," Glazed Pork Loin satirized one of the Crimson Key Society's traditional welcome week activities, the showing of and commentary on the old Harvard favorite, "Love Story." This is his introduction...
Rest assured that I did not take this dialogue at face value. Glazed Pork Loin's intent was clearly to criticize the Crimson Key Society's own unusual brand of humor, but surely there were other ways to make the point more effectively. Yet he chose to disregard the sensitivities of Demon's readers for the sake of making a trivial point. There is a real danger that readers flipping through the latest issue of Demon who do not have the time to ponder the subtleties of the authors' convoluted sarcasm would have taken away little more than...
...Holocaust denial and historical "reinterpretation" and "reconstruction," Glazed Pork Loin's flippant attitude cannot be dismissed simply as being in poor taste or excused as "politically incorrect" or "culturally apathetic." He gives us a sobering reminder of the work that awaits all those who would seek to preserve and to (now) re-dignify the memory of the six million Jews who perished in the Holocaust as a result of the infamous and inhuman acts of the German people and their cohorts. His is an attack upon the hallowed memories of all Jewish martyrs who are not alive to reply...
...skip breakfast, and have lunch at 2 p.m. By the time I get to Lamont for some afternoon reading, the sunlight has begun to fade and the dinner hours are fast ticking away. Even if I don't eat again until 7--when only the ends of the pork loin are left and the chocolate chip cookies are long gone--just four-and-a-half hours have elapsed since I finished lunch...
These woman, a.k.a. "moon dolls," have pipe-cleaner antennae growing out of their bouffant hairdos. They wear loin cloths and wade in the plastic-bottomed pools surrounded by the fake shrubbery of the surfaceof the "moon." This was her second film and one which Wishman considers her least favorite "because the people are so ugly...