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...m telling you all this because statistics indicate that I'm pretty normal (despite what my wife would have you believe in her accompanying article). The electronic-games industry posted sales of $5.5 billion in the U.S. in 1998, and was the second-most popular form of home entertainment after TV. According to one survey, 9 out of 10 U.S. households with children have rented or owned a video or computer game. And a majority of gamers are adults like me. What are we playing? A lot of gory stuff, apparently. Nearly a third of the Top 100 video-console...
After April 20, though, I began to have some doubts--as I'm sure most parents did. Should we worry about our kids' exposure to video games? The question isn't whether games make children kill, because it isn't that simple. The concerns are subtler yet no less worrisome. Do graphically violent games desensitize children to violence? Do such games teach kids to take pleasure in the suffering and death of others? Are even nonviolent e-games addictive? Do they gobble up time better spent on homework, sports and other outdoor play? Or is most gaming time taken away...
...swiveling, eye-catchingly over-the-top performance at the Grammy Awards last February. Now, on May 11, the Latin pop star is set to release his first English-language album, Ricky Martin (C2Records/Columbia). And he is raring to hit mainstream stardom. "Everything I do, I do when I'm ready," Martin says. "So now is the moment...
...nameless "him" for whom, she confesses, she is making a compilation tape so he can think of her while she is away in America. And like regular women everywhere--women who aren't, say, feminist icons who have written life-changing books like The Female Eunuch--she confesses, "I'm waiting for the phone to ring." It's not that Greer advocates such behavior--"I think it's ridiculous that I won't ring a man. I'm a '50s girl"--but there...
...proves to be self-mocking and strikingly unselfconscious as she sits in the living room of her Essex farmhouse, with gardens, orchards, geese and pets outside. Complimented on the book, she begins rubbing her hands together and singing a song, a la Cream, whose lyrics consist entirely of, "I'm glad, I'm glad, yes I'm glad." She swerves from topic to topic, discussing her sister's flair for botany and home decor, spilling intimate details about one of her 13 godchildren, confessing that she is trying to lose weight for her U.S. book tour. Married for three weeks...