Word: slight
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...hear it for wrinkles--for those fabulous frown lines and high-kicking crow's-feet. What crucial moods they so subtly express! With a slight tightening of the skin between the eyebrows, bosses can communicate killer exasperation. Moms, salesclerks and 30-ish women at singles bars can signal displeasure without raising their voices. And consider the alpha male: why, Clint Eastwood with an unlined face would just be... Dick Clark. Wrinkles were surely what George Orwell had in mind when he wrote that at 50 everyone has the face he deserves...
Installing the nets imposes a slight inconvenience on the team. Before practice begins each weeknight at 7:30 p.m., the players hook up the nets themselves. When practice ends—sometimes as late as 11 p.m.—the team removes the nets in order to clear the gym for the basketball teams, which practice in the afternoons...
When I came out of the closet, I painted the door pink and nailed it shut. Yes, I’m a dramatic, finger-snapping flamer with limp wrists, a slight lisp and tight jeans. A little too much sugar in the pants. Captain of the pink team. Maybe that’s why I’m spending Valentine’s Day alone with a box of chocolates from myself...
Homosexuals are attracted to members of the same sex; hence, a man is attracted to a man. For the flamboyant, effeminate homosexual, this presents a slight problem. With masculinity and virility as the ideal, the queen is often left without any courtiers—sometimes without any allies—in what can seem a lonely gay world. Walking into a room, I’m used to meeting the scornful eyes of other gay men who condemn me for perpetuating stereotypes. Last year, my gay best friend convinced me that I was always “acting...
...keep out my friends. As I spent more time alone, free from the social entanglements supposedly responsible for my flamboyance, I realized I wasn’t all that different from before. In the vacuum of isolation, I was still a dramatic finger-snapping flamer with limp wrists, a slight lisp and tight jeans. Werden was du bist, suggested Goethe—Become what you are. While my harassment in high school may have exaggerated my latent traits, it certainly didn’t create me. Instead, it showed me who I really...