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...with legs crossed and body slouched over 20 degrees from the vertical axis. Support yourself with the elbow of your twirling hand, with hand, elbow and shoulder forming an isosceles triangle. If you are in lecture, tilt your head to one side and stare into space, to show that your complete mastery of the material renders taking notes unnecessary. If you are taking an exam, furrow your brow and stare intently at your blue book. This gives the impression that you need to twirl just to keep your massive brain busy...
...women. Before girls had the power, their modest ways set the rules of the game: to pursue meant to woo, and to bed meant to wed. Sexual modesty fostered not only a more civil society but also a sexier world. A glimpse of a knee, the graze of a shoulder sent shivers. Delicious! But now women are encouraged to be like men, and what a mess it is. The refined has been replaced by the vulgar, and sex has become just the thing you do on the third date. Is it surprising that girls lack self-esteem, that sexual harassment...
...think I'm giving too much away to note that one, Homer makes good; and two, one of the film's final images is of Dad's arm giving Homer's shoulder a paternal blessing as a rocket soars impossibly high into a deep blue sky--a male-weepie moment to rival Field of Dreams' climax. An entire audience of NASA brass and astronauts was reportedly broken up at a preview screening in Washington, although when I checked this out with former astronaut Jim Lovell, the commander of the Apollo 13 mission, he gave me a cagey "not really" when...
...sure, but instead of the overblown, tear-jerking gestures of male-female romances, the car crashes and death caves and Barbra Streisand ballads ("Misty water-colored MEMMM-RIESSSS"), we have the tiny, crabbed, tear-jerking gestures of guyish intimacy: the game of catch, the hand on the shoulder, the locker room's dopey, he-really-likes-you insults. But no pats on the butt! One of the most curious things I've noticed about male weepies is that--in an effort to diffuse even the suggestion of homoeroticism?--they tend to lack sex of any sort. But who needs that...
...irritation quickly melted into a vision of a road I could call my own. I dreamed of a highway that would embarrass Bette Midler's highway. I would set up lawn chairs and an aboveground pool and turn the shoulder into some kind of make-out spot. I would ride up and down on my motorcycle like Peter Fonda, only without Dennis Hopper, because he annoys me. Sammy Hagar would play on weekends...