Word: queens
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Indeed, the play wastes little time in settling on its basic narrative unit of barbarity and misfortune: It barely gets started before Titus, a Roman army general, commands that the Goth queen Tamora’s eldest son be sacrificed to the memory of Titus’ own dead sons (all 21 of them). Quickly following this incident, Titus cuts down one of his few remaining sons, in a perhaps extreme display of patriarchal authority. And so we proceed, until the play’s infamously bizarre ending. Suffice it to say that there are lots of deaths, and none...
...complemented my skimpy pink sarong. While it was simple to select sleazy clothes from my favorite thrift stores, I was incapable of making my acne vanish and my lips shine. What to do? I enlisted the help of Brooke L. Chavez ’04. A veteran beauty queen, Brooke agreed to serve as my pageant coach and my makeup artist. She introduced me to the wonders of concealer: It could not only erase acne, but also awaken tired, bag-ridden eyes. She taught me to make my lips appear fuller by applying lipstick on the flesh surrounding the lips...
...featured the story as well. In the same segment where they criticize a Stanford protest against Condoleezza Rice’s selection as commencement speaker, the pageant rears its tiara-topped head. “I haven’t heard anyone mention the choice of a drag-queen as Miss Harvard,” the author writes. “Personally, I take the libertarian approach to these events, but suspect that some of you out there would be interested since the audience is conservative.” I’m not totally sure what he means...
...wine god Dionysus, abandoning their babies in the cradle and their weaving on the loom to run off into the hills for nights of wild drinking and dancing, further enlivened by the women's enthusiastic dismemberment of any living creatures they came upon. At one point the queen mother, in her wine-addled frenzy, rips apart her own son, the king, leaving the audience with one clear lesson: keep the women indoors and those wine-filled amphoras tightly sealed...
...that Britain wants to stand for . . . something safe, sane, stable and as everlasting as the Tower of London." And as reassuringly familiar. Generations from now, her performance in that most deceptively difficult of jobs will be the standard by which the world's remaining monarchs are judged. The Queen Mother blended a sense of majesty and a sense of fun so comfortably that national feeling and natural feeling chimed. In the end, she made royalty seem human and humanity downright regal...