Word: popped
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...many balm-snobs may pooh-pooh an "old-fashioned" waxen stick, they fail to realize the attributes which have made the small tubes so popular. With chap-et, no more sticky fingers or goopy bowls of sludge. No astronomical cosmetics bills. No stress of using a gendered product. Just pop the cap, twist and apply...
...embarrassment of Dad's brown plaid pants. With a little tactical planning, this Friday and Saturday offer the perfect opportunity to convince parents to whip out their pocketbooks. A local tour is the ideal scam to exploit familial generosity to its fullest potential. (Parents "love" the Square.) So pop an aspirin, drink a glass of water and set out painfully early to ensure enough time to hit these lucrative "sights" of Harvard Square...
Lincoln may be jazz's most prolific singer-songwriter, having penned seven out of 10 songs here, some of which even have pop-worthy melodies (this is meant as a compliment; her lyrics, on the other hand, tend toward metaphysical goofiness). But the voice is why you should care. As if she is still stung by decades-old criticisms that she's not a "true" jazz singer, Lincoln's phrasing can sound eccentric, even perverse, yet few vocalists can rival her ability to convey pure emotion--by turns rueful, reflective and exultant. She has been on a roll...
...coveted symbols of approval in Hollywood; nine months after brain surgery; near Chicago. More laid-back than Ebert, Siskel was no less combative. They did not like each other in real life, and their onscreen skirmishes, first aired on the hugely popular Sneak Previews on PBS, became emblems of pop consumerism: biting but sound-bite-size nuggets of ego and intellection...
...embody women's changing roles from the 1950s through the '80s--but hammers it with obviousness. Swoosie Kurtz plays both the "good" sister Myrna, who goes from soda-fountain virgin to Republican matron, and the "bad" Myra, who becomes a radical terrorist. The play depends too heavily on easy pop-cultural cliches and the usual hit parade of nostalgic oldies. Forget the play; bring back Teresa Brewer...