Word: slaving
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...know we're worried about dirty bombs and biowarfare and it's comforting to agree, but we're not going to get anywhere if we spend 2003 debating the ethical dilemmas of debtors' prisons and how many fifths of a person a slave is and whether the Stones have gone disco. We need to get back to facing the difficult, finely nuanced, real moral dilemmas facing us today, like J. Lo's wedding...
...musician who criticized him for his homophobic lyrics. And yet this fall Eminem managed to win over even p.c. middle-aged white critics with his semiautobiographical movie, 8 Mile, playing a rapper from Detroit who defends gay men and pulls himself up by his vocal cords to escape wage-slave trailerdom. The movie's implicit premise is one that our public figures rarely acknowledge: that a poor white kid has more in common with poor black kids than with more-well-off white kids--that is, that class still matters in America. His obnoxiousness aside, Eminem is the first music...
...time, he finds work playing piano in a cafe. He barely escapes transport to a death camp. He becomes a slave laborer, then a fugitive, finally living in the ruins of a destroyed city. Always he maintains his silence. Never does he commit a heroic or rebellious act. His only obligation is to go on living, which is mostly a matter of chance, supplemented by his own cunning...
...boxing works. I know we're worried about dirty bombs and biowarfare and I know it's comforting to agree, but we're not going to get anywhere if we spend 2003 debating the ethical dilemmas of debtors' prisons and how many fifths of a person a slave is and whether the Stones have gone disco. We need to get back to facing the difficult, finely nuanced, real moral dilemmas facing us today, like J. Lo's wedding...
Instead, we do all we can to downplay the slave-driving, self-denying, stultifying, I-feel-my-sense-of-humor-dying dimension of the Harvard experience. No sex in the Ivy League, they say? Radcliffe Union of Students hosts a dildo party every year. All work and no play? We run naked around the Yard twice a year (even if only to jazz us up for finals). Just a bunch of goody-two-shoes valedictorians? So what, we all pee on John Harvard before we graduate...