Word: scoldingly
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...like to talk cock, and I like to speak Singlish. It's inventive, witty and colorful. If a Singaporean gets frustrated at your stupidity, he can scold you for being blur as sotong (clueless as a squid). At work, I've often been reprimanded for having an "itchy backside," meaning I enjoy disrupting things when I'm bored. When I don't understand what's going on, I say, "Sorry, but I catch no ball, man," which stems from the Hokkien liah boh kiew. There's an exhaustive lexicon of such Singlish gems at talkingcock.com, a hugely popular, satirical website...
...fact that he and his boss both showed up wearing the same casual outfit--slacks, sports jacket and blue open-collared shirt--Immelt isn't a Welch clone. Where Welch is known for a blowtorch temper, Immelt is low-key and understated--more likely to tease employees than scold them to get his point across. "If you, say, missed your numbers, you wouldn't leave a meeting with him feeling beat up but more like you let your dad down," says Peter Foss, a longtime friend and colleague of Immelt's and president of GE Polymerland, part of its plastics...
...criminals in Judge Colleen McNally's courtroom have little to fear. They are first offenders, convicted of possessing drugs for personal use--not of dealing--and, as such, benefit from a groundbreaking Arizona statute barring their imprisonment. McNally's sentences are about rehabilitation, even repentance. Part shrink, part scold, McNally rules with revivalist fervor. "You're going to get a lot out of this journey," she tells a woman sentenced to counseling and urine testing. The audience is invited to clap--and they do so, loudly--as she praises a man who has stayed clean for six weeks and hands...
...night, Sumati breaks down and wails for her missing son. Karsanbhai admonishes her: "Why are you grieving for somebody who isn't dead? You know we will find him, it's only a matter of days." An hour later, it's his turn to cry, and hers to scold: "I'm a mother, and my heart tells me he's alive. How foolish you will look when he comes here tomorrow, and finds you mourning." At dawn, Karsanbhai heads out again, and Sumati calls to Sherawali...
...That's a scold that many in Gore's audience, 20 days after the election, are apt to take personally. Monday night, Gore got in at 8:55 and out in time for Americans' precious 9 o'clock shows. But the import of his address - an address suspiciously bereft of comforting spin nuggets like "days not weeks" - was one that he'll have to fight this week and longer to support...