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...dumps and has been in hiding, or at least this is what we gather from the congratulations she gets for coming to a departmental gathering from her graduate advisor, Professor Adams (Timothy Hutton, nobly portraying the kind of academic who would look down a co-ed's shirt, but go no farther). Nicholson doesn't get to do enough, but she's a good choice; we always know what's going on behind her quiet, freckle-faced beauty. Krasinski shows up periodically as Ryan, the ex responsible for Sara's misery...
...given that she's also prettier than 99.99% of human beings. And her almost black, knowing but unknowable eyes lend themselves to portraying mystery. But as lovely as she is, she's not someone to whom style comes naturally. A person with innate style can put on a sailor shirt and make you want to run out and get exactly that shirt. You put on that shirt and realize you don't have "it," that you imitate but don't emulate. Tatou in Chanel's beloved sailor shirt doesn't have "it" either, as much as you want...
...during the game start to feel quite icy. The key is dressing in layers, making sure your cranium is covered, and wearing a good pair of gloves. The second thing to keep in mind is that you must have some type of Harvard apparel showing. A Lowell t-shirt underneath a sweatshirt and a winter coat does not count. Get a Harvard beanie or scarf, or wear a Harvard t-shirt or jersey over your jackets. The last thing to consider is if your ensemble matches. You are going to a football game, not a club, damnit. As long...
...Like all the memoirists FM talked to, Summer started the Harvard section of “Learning Joy From Dogs Without Collars” with Freshman Move-In. Summer, whose picture in the Freshman Directory showed her with fluorescent orange hair and a multicolored striped shirt and tie, brought friends from Quincy High School to help her move her things into Weld. She wrote: “‘Where do we park?’ Jeff asked. ‘Pahk the Cahr in the Hahvahd Yahd,’ Mary said, and we all giggled...
...paid? No. I welcomed the opportunity to get to know their product on an up-close and personal basis. Unfortunately, everything I had to offer was everything they didn't care about. I had the wrong car, I had the wrong watch, I had the wrong shirt, I had the wrong shoes. In the process of doing that research I figured out how ill equipped I was to interact with that very narrow sliver of American society...