Word: paled
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...then there was Friday?s report that growth for April-May-June was a pale 0.7 percent, which could have been worse - it could have been negative 0.7 percent, the official signal of a recession - but it sure as hell could have been better. Not only are corporate earnings glum and corporate profits glummer, corporate spending - the capital investment that makes the economy grow sustainably - was non-existent...
...pale person from Florida. Shocking, yes. Coming from a family with few traditions, I cling to my paleness as my only link with my Irish heritage. During high school, I was comfortable enough with my complexion to wear shorts every day (except for those few weeks in January when the temperature plummeted into the frigid 50s). But now, as a Cantabridgian, I spend eight months of the year hibernating inside a wardrobe consisting only of pants and parkas. And as a result, I find myself growing more self-conscious each time I return home to Orlando...
...convinced that I have managed to turn a deeper shade of pale. I now pause before putting on shorts, and I usually grab a light sweater—no matter the sweltering heat—to cover my white shoulders when I don a sleeveless dress. I thought it would be easy to come back, but everywhere I turn I am reminded of those beautifully bronzed Floridians that have come to characterize the state: surfers, sunbathers and Mandy Moore. I feel a closer connection with another group of people, a group that I, an avid Disney-goer since birth...
...suppose it doesn’t help my case that my best friend, her skin now a succulent honey color, works as a lifeguard at the YMCA, while I work a 9-to-5 summer job at the local public library. I am a doubly cursed pale nerd for being both a Harvard student and a librarian. But I thoroughly enjoy researching local history in the reference department and helping with the summer reading program in the children’s department. My work provides me with a warm, inner glow, and the modest fluorescent light bulbs and the wavering...
...fellow librarian, who often boasts aloha shirts and a deep tan, recently shared with me his adventures as a surfer dude. Inspired by such revels, I ventured to Clearwater Beach with my boyfriend in tow. My boyfriend understands my pale plight, as he hails from Ohio, a state of indie rockers and rednecks. After emerging from the changing rooms at the beach, we smothered ourselves with sunscreen, from the tips of our ears to the tips of our toes. We sauntered down to the water, our fair figures hardly discernable from the surrounding sands. Splashing about in the ocean...