Word: rushing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...their insides. Women tripped from bed to bed as if to proclaim to the world, "My sex is my freedom." But this sort of man-hopping denied any roots at all, and rootlessness loosens the grip on the self. These feverish sexual experiments were born out of a headlong rush into a new found feminism; sex was leaping out of the self to escape...
...Square has a reputation, judging from the scores of groupie locals that flood it on weekends, as an ask-for-it-we've-got-it gold mine. But its prices are fit for a gold rush town, booming sky high. There are small stores and boutiques galore--even year long residents don't exhaust them for interest. Central War Surplus (433 Mass Ave.) is the place to find durable blue jeans, bells, and work shirts, the sort of garb that has become the staple badge of student identity, collective and anonymous, a product of need rather than conspicuous consumption. Jeans...
Pressure for fuller campaign-finance disclosures has been building for years, prompted by ever fresh scandals and the ever-rising cost of the campaigns themselves. Now the rush of Watergate has broken a veritable log jam of pending state legislation, and new, stiffer legislation has been knocked hastily together...
...occurred coming out of the starting gate, when another horse wheeled into Secretariat and knocked him sideways. "If he wasn't so strong," the jockey said afterward, "he would have gone right down." The triumph was that after being slammed completely out of contention, Secretariat closed with a rush, made up seven or eight lengths in the last quarter-mile, and finished fourth...
...jumps and laughs too, trying not too hard to squirm away. They lie on a bed of faded old nautical charts, maintenance manuals, burst sandbags and spilled sand, burned matchsticks, and unraveled corktips from cigarettes long decomposed that comforted through the nights of '41 and the sudden rush of heart at any glimpse of a light at sea. "You're mad," she whispers. "I'm randy," he smiles and snaps her garter again, boy-and-slingshot...