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...even makeover shows have become about sprucing up your psyche. Carson Kressley (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) makes over women with body-image issues on Lifetime's How to Look Good Naked. To Kressley, the secret is finding not the right bra size but the right frame of mind, shedding not pounds but psychological baggage. Like a Dove commercial writ large, he gets plus-size women to see that they're sexy through such subtle steps as plastering cheesecake pictures of them on billboards and videotaping the hubba-hubba comments of passersby. Likewise, on the Bravo show Tim Gunn...
What was your happiest moment, personally and professionally? -German Oliveros, Bucaramanga, ColombiaPersonally, it was the day I proposed to my wife. Nothing could ever touch when she said, 'yes.' Professionally the two moments that come to mind are when I got to Imaginarium, which was just such a joyous thing, and the very first "Building Virtual Worlds" show that we did. It's amazing when young kids do something that is literally beyond your imagination...
...writer gets all the glory. He gets the big bucks. He gets invited to the parties, the openings, the symposia, while the editors toil at their desks turning the writer's random jottings and pretentious stylistic quirks into something resembling English prose. But that's O.K. Editors don't mind. They say, "Have a lovely time at that writers' conference, and we'll have the rewrite done when you get back." ("And your laundry too, you unappreciative bastard," they mumble under their breath...
When I was an editor, I reasoned like an editor. But these days I am a full-time writer, and I have put away the editorial mind-set. Now I say, before you criticize writers, you should write a piece in their shoes...
Grandpop's reward was nothing so grand as getting elected U.S. Congressman. His highest position was ward secretary in the 43rd. But when he retired from the plant, Grandpop got a job working at the election commission down at City Hall. In his mind, it was a due reward for his years of service to the party, payment for his loyalty; it was a reminder, too, of those countless days in the 1930s when he was unemployed and walked each morning the 12 miles (20 km) down Broad Street to City Hall in hopes of getting work. That...