Word: pasts
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...what comprises national identity reflects the complexity of what determines sexual identity. Each have simple answers—citizenship and genitalia—that pose more questions—assimilation and the gendered mind. Though the Bracelets derive their certainty and power from their families’ past, Cal finds little consolation and few answers in his own warped past...
...This is the only kind of intimacy I’m comfortable with. Just the two of us, here in the dark,” admits Cal. The process of writing stunts and spurs Cal’s acceptance of his condition. He confronts yet is enslaved by the past, the cosmic and minute details that allow for his existence. He admits and illuminates his condition, but to an anonymous reader who cannot offer him solace. We’re grateful for being dragged along for the journey, but conflicted as to whether we want him to complete Theseus?...
...slide-tackling, body-checking, tripping, and shoulder-checking are all fair game. The Snitch has even fewer restrictions. According to the official rulebook, the Snitch “may do whatever it takes to avoid capture within the realm of common sense and morality,” which in past games has included throwing mud into players’ eyes and headbutting them to the ground. Play only stops for a foul, there is no out-of-bounds area, and there is no clock. The game ends with the capture of the Snitch, and until then no one is safe...
...result is sheer, brutal anarchy, an absurd and ludicrous hybrid of rugby, dodgeball, basketball, and soccer. Serious injuries abounded among other teams at the Middlebury Quidditch World Cup this past October. One player from Emerson College broke a Chaser’s clavicle, another team’s Beater broke a few fingers, and rumor has it that in a past year’s tournament one player robbed a girl of her cornea. There may truly be no better two words to describe the appeal of the game than those of a Crimson reporter: “badass mayhem...
...remark didn’t strike me as particularly odd. I’d grown accustomed to similar digs over the past three years in a network of caustic and insightful peers. But when framed in the context of competitiveness, the comment seemed a bit more upsetting. Maybe the academic rivalry was not overwhelming at Harvard, but didn’t the stress of personal competition fill every day and every interaction? Who was working where? Who was going someplace exotic for J-term? Whose social life seemed more fulfilling? Who seemed happy...