Word: prim
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...most part, though, Hart managed to avoid the backbiting that crippled him in New York. At a debate sponsored by the League of Women Voters in Pittsburgh, both candidates were on their best behavior. They had been warned against outbursts by Moderator Elizabeth Drew, the prim New Yorker writer who wanted none of the unseemly clashes cheerfully tolerated by CBS Anchorman Dan Rather, who had presided over a slugfest a week earlier in New York. At that debate, the candidates sat around a small table and took turns tattooing each other. In Pittsburgh, they sat behind lecterns and politely exchanged...
Their arrival in Los Angeles marks a temporary triumph of optimism; Enrique becomes a waiter in a posh restaurant; Rosa finds work first in a garment factory (where she sees models "Just like in a magazine!") and then as housemaid to an amusingly prim matron who unsuccessfully tries to teach her how to operate a computerized washer-dryer...
Deborah Carroll creates a prim, fragile Mary Tyrone who fusses prissily when her sons swear or her husband kisses her in public. Pathetic when she rubs her rheumatic hands, once so beautiful, she explains how morphine takes her away from the gnarled reality of those hands and her family situation: "It kills the pain. You go back until at last you are beyond its reach. Only the pat when you were happy is real." But she, like Walker, has trouble with subtle mood shifts and often flattens her role by overplaying it. When under the influence of drugs, she flits...
With the advent of the hippie generation in the late 60's and the admission of men to the co-ops in 1971, the rather prim, homemaker atmosphere was radically changed. Instead of lambchops and steaks, the menu changed to vegetarian dishes. The custom of serving after-dinner coffee in the living room was forgotten, and the "beau room" became the coed TV room. Today, the only remnant of the co-ops' single-sex era is a "men" sign on the first-floor bathroom...
...hard to decide which is more horrible, the matter-of-factness of the Venetian lap dog, familiar from many a Carpaccio, licking up the satyr's blood, or the prim, detached attentiveness of Apollo as he peels the skin. Yet the whole unlikely scene is anchored by one riveting device: Titian must have seen boar hunts in the woods around his native Cadore, and the satyr is strung on the tree like a wild pig ready for dressing, every stiff hair on his matted legs contributing its realism to the myth. On the right is another of Apollo...