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...Steven Spielberg, neighbor: "First he's a wonderful daddy. In between raising his kids, he does pictures. We're friends because his interpretation of family life is so retro. It's car pools, barbecues, play weekends, talk about the PTA, take videos of the kids. The other thing is that he completely, unerringly loves his wife...
What is really annoying about movies like this is their insistence that all women really need to get rid of abusive boyfriends is a little witchcraft. Not only that, but Hollywood continues to try and convince us that the best way for women to bond outside of PTA phone trees and sewing bees is by holding a good old-fashioned coven. In what remains the most embarrassingly overplayed line in the whole movie, one of the town housewives turned coven-member brandishes her broom and says, "Come on ladies, it's time to clean house...
...graduation was to take the secretarialcourse given in the summer by the Katherine GibbsSchool in the basement of Fay House. Defying thisindifference to our professional futures, a fewclassmates went to graduate school to becomedoctors, lawyers and academics, but most of usrepaired to the suburbs and became active membersof the PTA. Not until after our children were oldenough to go to school did many of us take upfull-time careers
...live there!) Thropstock promises to be a veritable confluence of fabulous music, with several student bands on the day's bill. In addition to the bands, there will be several arts and crafts areas--and the folks over at Winthrop House don't mean left-over PTA projects. There will be tattoo design, weaving, face painting and Ukranian egg design, among others fabulous arts activities. This year also marks the revival of fabled jello-wrestling. That may or may not contribute to the arts scene at Thropstock... After this week's fling, look forward to SpringFest next week and Arts...
...same spouses. All wasn't sweetness in the family: doors were slammed, tears shed, dreams thwarted. With her energy and brains, my mother might have run General Motors. Instead she ran us, and felt there was no greater happiness. As we race from boardroom to courtroom, soccer practice to PTA, with hardly a moment to savor any of it, the thought occurs to us that she may have been right...