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...understand well enough—they knew they were vulnerable, and felt as if they had no choice. But how to explain the good ones, the ones I like and am friends with? Surely some awful mistake early on, around October of sophomore year. One minute these boys were normal kids walking through the Yard in a co-ed pack, and the next thing they knew an envelope had been slipped under their door, which would pave the way for their fall. I hope each one got a kiss goodbye before he joined the Society for Oppressive Anachronisms and caught...

Author: By Madeleine S. Elfenbein, | Title: Join the Club | 5/2/2003 | See Source »

Here’s where the administration can be of help: it can put out a manual and set up a rehab program for wayward boys looking to rejoin the world outside the oak paneling. The battle to lead a normal social life is an uphill one—requiring a modicum of decency and openness to others. But we’ve all been through it, and we know you can too. Let’s drink to that...

Author: By Madeleine S. Elfenbein, | Title: Join the Club | 5/2/2003 | See Source »

Smoking more than triples a woman's chances of having a heart attack. If you quit, that risk is cut in half within two years; after 10 years, the odds return to nearly normal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cardiovascular Disease: What You Can Do | 4/28/2003 | See Source »

...Dogg in his post-concert trailer after, they say, he tried to get amorous with them. "He's just gross. He has a wife and kids at home," says twin Nicole, who then states the contrapositive of the real lesson of reality programming: "Celebs like him are just average normal people. But he's more of a slut than the average person...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cue The Tequila | 4/28/2003 | See Source »

...with a punk slant that adds a much-needed shot of adrenaline and the compositional flair to match. The wonderfully alien “Glue Your Eyelids Together” wields its synths like guitars and “Turn Your Back” whines and squeals like no normal instruments would. They’re headbangers made for robots. “People, You Can Confuse” is brilliantly oppressive, sounding like circuits in cardiac arrest—the album’s delirious peak. Nicola’s deadpan singing is the crux?...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: New Music | 4/25/2003 | See Source »

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