Word: motherism
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...have the old men in TIME, Oct. 20. Now let us have some old women. Begin with me. My mother was 94 when she died. My grandfather was 94. His name was Cassius Marcellus Clay* and was Minister to Russia under Abraham Lincoln. I am 87 and have just published a book called From My Journal...
...gold cap set on a healthy tooth-a standard affectation of the stilyagi; Igor Kostiuk, known as "Harry,"* and pockmarked Viktor Sergeev. Usually, by Russian definition stilyagi are the no-good children of the well-to-do-"spoiled brats with plenty of money, time on their hands, a doting mother, father's Pobeda car." But all four of these youths, workers at the Moscow ball-bearing plant, came from workers' families...
...more intimate account of life in the commune came from a young mother who managed to escape to Hong Kong, hollow-cheeked and scaly from bad diet. At 5 each morning, she and her husband were aroused for "mass sports" (i.e., calisthenics). Their only meal together with their two sons was breakfast. Her husband was sent off in one direction to work all day, she in another. They put their young sons in a common nursery (which charged for the privilege), and the children's 70-year-old grandmother worked on a "mending brigade." Among other conveniences...
...charged with ominous Aeschylean echoes. The Greek Furies themselves still hunt the criminal down, until he is able to convert an Orestes-like fleeing from doom into a Christian pursuit of salvation. Against this search for light are placed things blind and self-centered in contemporary life-a mother's passionate willfulness, a smug family's hush-hush gentility...
Actor Ritchard plays an eternal playboy, a gleeful, middle-aged enfant terrible, an international charmer and flirt. When he descends on the correct San Francisco world in which his daughter lives with her mother and stepfather, and his own glamour puts the girl's serious young ranchman fiancé in the shade, the wedding bells begin to grow faint. For father's ideal of enjoying every real or sham pleasure goes to daughter's head like champagne. Simultaneously, the blood rushes to the ranchman's, and he denounces father's wastrel charms in ringing tones...