Word: ranted
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...Straight Guy and Will & Grace helped mainstream the nonhostile gay joke for straight people. But all this reappropriation and blurring - distinguishing a good-natured "That's so gay!" from a homophobic one - has created a situation in which, when Richards went off on his Laugh Factory rant, it was possible to wonder if he was playing a character...
...Barack Obama’s middle name is Hussien is juxtaposed with the joke that Mr. Obama’s college nickname was “Gassy.” A special report about the watering-down of recess activities to avoid damage to self-esteem devolves into a rant by the fake “doctor,” complaining that his patient is now impotent because he struck out in Little League. An interview with a fake terrorism expert leaves the anchors and the expert stumped about the link between different terrorist cells in London. Everyone spouts...
...person called me a nigger. This is true, but more because I'd be expected to be offended than for any real hurt feelings. Sure, I would not take kindly to whites calling me "nigger" - just as black audience members didn't take kindly to Michael Richards' recent racist rant - but I also wouldn't assume that I'd be able to walk into a honky-tonk bar and address the patrons as white trash. Words are contextual. A man on the street can call his wife "baby," but that doesn't mean I should be able to as well...
...over and not a moment too soon; if we ever see the inside of Loeb House again, we’re running away to Connecticut and starting over. We don’t want to comment on the final choice yet; we have an entire semester to rant about that. Rather we’d like to talk about what we learned probing candidates with brain teasers and trust falls. Obviously, Drew Faust couldn’t support our combined weight, but we forgave her because she’s a you-know-what. We want to talk...
...look around to check that no one I know is present to witness the act. This reaction must be a throwback to the grocery store checkout lines of my youth in which my gaze at the magazine’s dirty cover was liable to ignite a rant from whatever adult I was with on the decline of modern society...