Word: sashay
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...stage, was about more than intimidation; it was meant to show that Gore, who constantly vows to "fight" for average Americans and used the word 10 times in the debate, would almost literally do so. By contrast, W. wouldn't play that game. The Texan opted for a slow sashay, winking and smiling knowingly to the audience when Gore ran hot. "We've had enough fighting," said Bush. "It's time to unite...
...Shaft, played by Samuel L. Jackson, is different from the old one, portrayed in the '70s by Richard Roundtree, in two significant ways. He is no longer a private eye--if you can believe it, he's now a New York City cop--and though plenty of foxy chicks sashay across his eyeline, his interest is mainly in chatting them up, not in bedding them down...
...trickery you may not be able to get buffalo wings delivered to the library door, but nourishment can be yours: Slip a pizza into one of those artist type portfolios. Lennon specs + black wig + tie-dyed undershirt = no worries." Or "propose a toast with your coffee as you sashay in. Psyched, the checker will reach for his brewskie, but before he can say 'Bottoms up' you've disappeared into the stacks with your java...
...HEIRESS She doesn't smile, she doesn't sizzle and she definitely doesn't sashay. STELLA TENNANT's style on the runway is a slouched stalk. Even so, no less haughty a house than Chanel has just signed the lanky sort-of-beauty to an exclusive contract for its ready-to-wear line. "She has the perfect look for now," says Chanel designer Karl Lagerfeld. "She has a natural arrogance without seeming aggressive." If that's true, she came by it honestly. Her grandfather is Lord Andrew Cavendish, the 11th Duke of Devonshire, and she's the great-niece...
...alikes, trailed by a freckle-faced Huck Finn, greet passengers as they come up the gangplank of the Mississippi River's newest paddle-wheeler, Emerald Lady. A Dixieland band lays down tune after tune, while a jokester on stilts tosses colorful doubloons. Waitresses with feathers jutting from their hair sashay through wood-paneled rooms, offering cocktails. As the riverboat pulls out of Fort Madison, Iowa, and steams up and down the Mississippi on a three-hour excursion into the 19th century, it is easy to get swept up in the hoopla. So easy that one can almost forget what this...