Word: nighting
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...lists of answers to "empowering" questions ("If your vagina could talk, what would it say?") and harrowing first-person accounts of sexual abuse; diatribes against gynecological exams and reveries about genital hair. It's enough to make you want to go home, grab a brew and watch Monday Night Football...
...case for 18 months before quitting in protest over the direction the probe was going. Smit formed another theory using key pieces of evidence. He believes the killer may have spotted JonBenet as she glided by in a convertible in Boulder's holiday Parade of Lights. On Christmas night, while the family was out, he entered through a basement window, roamed the house and penned a ransom note, using a legal pad and black Sharpie marker he found near the kitchen...
Faludi had seen Fight Club the night before, a film about a home furnishing-obsessed actuary who tries to recover his masculinity by getting a group of buddies together for bareknuckle fights. She liked the film, noting how the violence spiraled out of control and the main character found redemption with a woman in a familial relationship. She called the movie "Stiffed on speed," so I called Chuck Palahniuk, who wrote the novel Fight Club. He was several hundred pages deep into Faludi's book and already calling his story "the fictionalized version of Stiffed." There...
Frank's desperation will remind some people of Taxi Driver--and, indeed, the movies share the same director, the same screenwriter (Paul Schrader) and the same ambiance (New York's night streets, teeming with hookers and junkies, quickened with the threat of sudden, pointless death). There is also, of course, the same sort of harsh yet slightly fantastical realism and the same sort of antisocial protagonist, who thinks his life might be justified if he could just leave these hellish streets behind. The fact that Frank's vantage point is, like Travis Bickle's, a moving vehicle (in Frank...
...were enemies. That was far from reality. The older we got, the more we liked each other. Through the years I was always pleased when I'd answer the phone and hear, "Hello, Felton, this is Norman [our middle names]." Sometimes our calls would take us late into the night. We would talk about politics, spiritual things, even basketball. Ultimately we came to realize that we shared much more than just height. We shared an understanding of the road we had traveled. Playing basketball was never who we were. It was only what we did. I'll miss you, Norman...