Word: manhoods
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...doubt that the calendar would have found popularity with a wide audience. One model, Jonathan Pitts-Wiley, confessed to The Daily News that he “had the chest of a 12-year-old boy.” As Pitts-Wiley is scarcely an atypical specimen of Yale manhood, we can only conclude that the Yale calendar initiative suffered grave problems from its inception...
...never smoked pot in junior high because I was convinced it would shrivel my incipient manhood. This was the 1980s, and those stark this-is-your-brain-on-drugs ads already had me vaguely worried about memory loss and psychosis. But when other boys said pot might affect our southern regions, I was truly terrified. I didn't smoke a joint for the first time until...
...triumph of strange suburban melancholy. It marked Eugenides as a novelist of voluptuous gifts. Middlesex is a sign he's not sure what to do with them. The narrator, Cal, is a hermaphrodite raised by unsuspecting parents as a girl, until puberty forces him (her?) to opt for manhood. But before Cal can tell his own intricate story, we get hundreds of pages about his parents and grandparents (who are brother and sister; it's a complicated clan), the burning of Smyrna, the Detroit riots of 1967 and the Greek-American embrace of the beckoning American scene. Some of this...
Recipe for a May blockbuster: teen misfit falls in love, disobeys a sympathetic father figure, battles monsters and stumbles toward a complicated manhood. We doubt that the Spider-Man people swapped script notes with George Lucas and his Star Wars: Episode II--Attack of the Clones team; still, the similarities are striking. So, probably, are the eventual box-office numbers. Spidey has quickly scaled the Hollywood heights, but Lucas may be able to ward off this arach attack. Remember, folks: every previous Star Wars movie has been the top-grossing film of its year...
...more liberal with her use of the accelerator, I came to look less like a passenger and more like a freakishly large papoose slung across her back. A nod was no longer needed to alert bikers and non-bikers alike that we were on a mission to find my manhood...