Word: paled
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Kokujo (girls who like black men) paint their skin cocoa, weave their hair in cornrows, dress like Lil' Kim--all the better to attract the prime catch, the black military man. In a country notorious for its disdain for people of color--pale skin has traditionally been the highest mark of beauty--the emergence of a subculture fetishizing blacks raises numerous issues, from the proliferation and power of global image peddlers like MTV to very basic questions of racial and sexual identity...
Overcoming long odds is something of a hallmark for Carson. Apart from reviving the hemispherectomy, he is world-renowned for his skill at successfully separating Siamese twins joined at the head. But as inspiring as Carson's surgical achievements may be, they almost pale before the story of his life. For if Carson had not gone to medical school, he might just as easily have landed in jail...
...country notorious for its disdain for people of color?even among Japanese, pale skin has traditionally been the highest mark of beauty?that a subculture has emerged fetishizing blacks raises numerous issues, from the proliferation and power of global image peddlers like MTV to very basic questions of racial and sexual identity. There is an objectifying component to the kokujo's particular infatuation, and by definition that is dehumanizing. If you are saying a black is better than a white, that's racism, albeit through a twisted, hip-hop hula hoop. And isn't part of the appeal of these...
...wide, smiling, pink-faced man was inflating colorful balloons. As each balloon filled and fattened, the cylinder emitted quite a loud whoosh of air. Eudora looked about to find the sound. "Balloons," I said. I had her hand. "Someone's apparently having a do." "Oh," she said. Those luminous, pale blue eyes igniting, her magical face suppressing once again an amused smile. "I just thought it was someone who saw me, sighing...
...slowly along the glass storefronts, we came to where a wide, smiling, pink-faced man was inflating colorful balloons. As each balloon filled and fattened, the cylinder emitted a quite loud whoosh of air. Eudora looked about to find the sound. "Balloons," I said. "Oh," she said, those luminous pale blue eyes igniting. "I just thought it was someone who saw me, sighing...