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...face this quandary. Laurie Segal, a mother of five (ages 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10) who lives near me on Long Island, New York, remembers the time one daughter, then 18 months old, spilled something on her new shoe: "She said in a little, tiny, low voice, 'Oh sh__,' and my husband and I blamed each other...
...packs a wallop. It carries 1,100-lb. Standard missiles, which are capable of blasting enemy aircraft out of the sky 20 miles away. And its Harpoon missiles, weighing nearly 1,400 lbs., can sink an enemy ship more than 60 miles away. The Jarrett has a pair of SH-60 Seahawk helicopters on its fantail, poised for search and rescue, antisubmarine warfare, supply runs and special operations. The ship also boasts a 3-in. gun, torpedoes and antiaircraft weapons...
Randy Haselton, who has multiple arrests for fighting, says Edgers won't back down if anyone "talks sh__." But as for cruising around looking to beat people up, he says, "that's a lot of crap...
...Blige is also hard on herself. On Deep Inside, which cleverly incorporates part of Elton John's Bennie and the Jets, she takes a look at her own emotional baggage. On Not Lookin', Blige derides "player sh__" but is confident enough to bring in male singer (and ex-boyfriend) K-Ci Hailey for a sort of vocal debate. Mary is somewhat inconsistent in song quality, but Blige's soul-singed vocals save the weaker material. There are also several high points: on Don't Waste Your Time, Aretha Franklin and Blige stage a soulful summit meeting on trifling...
...years later, Nas blesses us with his masterful Illmatic, which includes his own ode to "Represent"-ing, held by some as the best track on the album. This Nas story by Aesop begins: "Straight up sh*t is real and any day can be your last in the jungle/get murdered on the humble guns'll blast n*ggas tumble." The next year, Nas' Queensbridge cohorts Mobb Deep commence their foremost LP with the line: "I keep it real pack the steel hold my nine...