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...like me when I’m crappin.” The crowd responded to every line, cheering the best remarks while booing the corny ones. One of Lombardo’s weaker lines, “If he went to jail he’d probably be a slut. / This one needs a haircut,” earned him a barrage of disapproving yells. “Can I get a glass of water? I’ve got a hot mouth,” quipped Blackwelder between rounds. But his rhymes weren’t hot enough...
...films: they're not very good. He casts some prime scene stealers--Cicely Tyson, Janet Jackson, Angela Bassett, Louis Gossett Jr., Jenifer Lewis, Maya Angelou--but rarely draws their best work from them. Most of the actors could wear tags describing their characters: work-obsessed wife, philandering husband, saucy slut, overweight sweetie, bombastic uncle ... and Madea (a conflation of Mother Dear), the wise, wisecracking granny from Heck...
...fairer sex) uncomfortable about ever enjoying these cinematic features again. “Every time you jerk off to porn, on some level you are jerking off to some woman’s misery,” Dines said. Dines lambasted the very icons of American “slut culture,” from Britney (“the trash can of our culture”) to Pamela Anderson (“no woman has done more to conform to patriarchy than Pamela”). Even Sports Illustrated, generally not considered the raunchiest of magazines, earned her wrath...
...Thomas' autobiography came out in tandem with the Isaiah Thomas mess here in New York. One thing stood out to us. In both cases, the guys tried to defend their position, their indefensible position in my view, by claiming not that Anita Hill or Anucha Browne Saunders was a slut wearing short skirts and behaving provocatively. In both cases, they tried to denigrate the woman's job performance and claim that the women were incompetent, and this was how they were trying to cover up their incompetence...
...year. A boyfriend (who shall remain nameless) never held the door for me, and I was concerned that our romance never would blossom into actual communication. I decided to remedy my depression by dressing exactly like Sandy in “Grease,” after she gets the slut-makeover in a wild bid for attention. This choice was ill-advised, I’ll admit. There is a particularly traumatic picture of me wearing skin-tight capri pants, a lime-green cardigan, and a matching lime-green neck scarf. I looked pleased, though others in the picture seemed...