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...sure why these moms get such a bad rap from the pundits. I know I'm just a bystander who doesn't get it, but both types of moms sound like great moms to me. Both praise their children more than four days a week. Both laugh with their children more than five days a week. Both kiss and hug their children more than five days a week...
...first issue ranges from the wonkish—with an analysis of immigration policy—to the wacky, with a dialogue in which Bob Dole unpredictably recites a freestyle rap...
...resulting in a hilariously incongruent performance. Goldstein was equally impressive as Marianne. The role required her to shift between being a naïve schoolgirl and a jailbaiting temptress, and she did so seamlessly. She even demonstrated formidable hip-hop chops during the musical’s zany rap interludes. Goldstein’s saccharine sweet voice was oddly matched to the Lil’ Kim worthy lyrics she was required to recite, but “Maude and Harold” was nothing if not a comedy of incongruities. Mitnick’s exceedingly hummable score swelled beneath...
...Muslim and South Asian character. The 29-year-old author, Gautam Malkani, is dripping with street cred, having grown up in Hounslow before moving on to a Cambridge degree and a senior job in journalism. The novel is written in an imaginative mix of English, Punjabi, Urdu, profanity, gangsta rap and mobile-phone texting. (As in, "Shudn't b callin us Pakis, innit, u dirrty gora.") Its multiculti flavor has led to Malkani being hailed in the celebrity-hungry British press as the next Monica Ali or Zadie Smith in a line of hot young "ethnic" writers. Could any first...
...Cats I always suspected that Paul Wall is actually Santa Claus sans beard and outfit. I don’t have any proof. Perhaps the rising cost of elf insurance has forced Santa to work summers in Houston as a grill dealer? After watching him dance, rap, and generally look awful—but ever jovial–in the video for Nelly’s “Grills,” my suspicions are all but confirmed: Paul Wall is none other than St. Nicholas himself. And Jermaine Dupri, the producer of this half-decent song...