Word: rude
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After living quietly for five months on the outskirts of Los Angeles with her two children, Rosa Delgado came home one day to a rude surprise. Her landlord had sued to have her evicted, contending that he needed her $390-a-month apartment for his sister. Delgado, 28, a nurse's assistant, at first refused to move. Eventually she settled out of court, accepting her landlord's offer of a little cash and a 30-day grace period in which to find a new home. But when she began apartment hunting, she encountered some unexpected resistance. One landlord objected...
...Baby Boomers' great expectations have been diminished by a series of rude social and economic shocks, from the Viet Nam War to double-digit inflation. Although the sheer size of the generation provided a sense of solidarity and power, it ultimately proved to be the Baby Boomers' bane. There were simply too many of them to maintain in the style to which millions became accustomed as affluent children of the '50s and '60s. Egalitarianism might have been the avowed ethic of their youth, but competition was, and still is, the harsh reality. Many bravely refuse to admit...
...Skidelsky observes, "No one in England gets far on brains alone." Keynes would not or could not be charming. As he bitterly appreciated, his lanky, uncoordinated body and equine face were not assets. Virginia Woolf placed him among the Bloomsbury men she classified as deficient in "physical splendour." "Rude" was one of the words his friends used to describe him, to which Skidelsky adds "arrogant" and "prickly...
...walk in a half-hour late, you'll have no trouble following it, and if you walk out--or rather, walk in--a half-hour early--which you won't want to do--no one will think you're rude because no one cares, because it's in a courtyard and no one will notice...
...everyday preoccupations and lets its attractive actors (especially Hallie Foote, the author's daughter) breathe quietly through the lace curtains of memory. The mood is so lulling that the intrusion of climactic plot devices involving an alcoholic friend and a cooty cousin seems not only extraneous but downright rude. There goes the neighborhood, and the movie. Instead of a valentine to his ghosts, Foote finally delivers a tardy, clumsy Easter present: Horton Hatches an Egg. By Richard Corliss...