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...that mtv's reality show My Super Sweet 16 verges on the nauseating. It is nearly unbearable to witness the whining of greedy teenage girls while their fathers cough up hundreds of thousands of dollars for a single party and a luxury automobile. After watching an episode with my rapt teenage daughter, I couldn't help asking, Is it any wonder the rest of the world hates us? Fern Galperin Stamford, Connecticut...
...that mtv's reality show My Super Sweet 16 verges on the nauseating. It is nearly unbearable to witness the whining of greedy teenage girls while their fathers cough up hundreds of thousands of dollars for a single party and a luxury automobile. After watching an episode with my rapt teenage daughter, I couldn't help asking, Is it any wonder the rest of the world hates us? Fern Galperin Stamford, Connecticut, U.S. To Deter or Disarm? time's comprehensive analysis of the Iranian nuclear standoff was wonderfully well written and insightful [April 3]. Iranian leaders rely for the defense...
...Cultural rebels are supposed to be many things - defiant, foul-mouthed, self-dramatizing. But cute? Cute is Kryptonite to cool; irony may be dead, or mortally wounded, as sages proclaimed in the wake of 9/11. But how has its opposite number - the rapt adoration of fluffy little mammals - gained such a purchase among the net-savvy hipster set? Cute has always had a home on the Net. But putting up homepages for one's pets or devoting a suite of sites to The Little Mermaid doesn't seem as mockable next to sites like Cuteoverload.com...
Towne’s screenplay matches perfectly with the subtle horror touches of Roman Polanski’s direction (until then best known for “Rosemary’s Baby”) to hold the viewers rapt through a strange plot involving water, money, murder, and incest...
...dubbed the “Spirit of America” landed and, flanked by numerous officials in suits and somber State Troopers flaunting crisp, fresh-pressed uniforms, its door unfurled. Was the President of Zambia paying Mitt Romney a visit? Was Pope Benedict in the plane? I waited in rapt anticipation for the individual deemed worthy of such a triumphal greeting to emerge. Imagine my surprise when suddenly at the door appeared a miserable and rather mousy-looking man, shackled at the wrists and ankles and with his head slung. I turned up the volume on the television...