Word: masochist
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Gone are the days when you go out to eat and look for a restaurant that fauns and caters to your every whim-folded napkins, compliments, hot waiters and waitresses who make charming small-talk, extra sauce, etc. Now it's all about being a dining masochist. Who wants five-star service when you can get prodded, insulted and booted out? DJ Slapdash tells me that one of the Chinese restaurants to go to in London's Chinatown is Wong Kei, perhaps the rudest restaurant you'll ever see. Here's what to expect when you walk through the glass...
Call me a masochist. Most people have learned the hard way to treat their computers gingerly, but last week I deliberately tried to cripple mine. First, I deleted every cheap program that came pre-installed on my year-old PC, wiping out a sea of icons cluttering my screen. Then I took a dozen programs off my bookshelf and installed them one by one, praying for disaster. I hooked up a joystick. I installed a video card. When warning signs sprang up, informing me of the potential hazards of my rampage, I ignored them. Finally, I clicked on the Windows...
...they would ever invent a calendar with no month of October in it, I would never have to sell a share of stock again. Until then, though, remind me next year that you can never take off enough stock ahead of these 31 days unless you are a total masochist. What is it about this month that causes people to lose their senses and chop a third or even a half off the value of solid American companies, like Xerox or Raytheon or Unisys, that screwed up for a quarter? Why do people who are perfectly rational shareholders...
...smitten by a saucy teenager named Angelika Raubal, daughter of his half-sister. Hansen's fictional tour de force sticks to the historical record, but what may or may not have been said or done in private is of necessity impure fiction--dramatizations of Hitler as a sexually disabled masochist are graphic and over the top. Still, this is a painless way to learn a little history and enjoy such priceless dialogue as "She touched the swastika and said, 'Won't the girls at school be envious...
...masochists stuck together, then something good might happen. Unfortunately, those lonely hearts out there do not sport any recognizable labels like DKNY or Tommy Hilfiger, so we burrow deeper and deeper into our own graves. Maybe I'm not giving other people enough credit. Maybe everyone is a lonely, bored masochist just like me, but is afraid of letting anyone know lest a revolution be born greater than anything Marx could whip...