Word: spartanic
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...normality. Yet as she discovered, it's hard to keep it real in the parallel universe that her former in-laws inhabit. Their palaces are packed with treasures, and swarm with valets and equerries, butlers and footmen; yet it's anything but a luxurious existence. Royal quarters are surprisingly spartan; there's no privacy, but little meaningful human contact. "People say to me, 'Would you like to swap your life with me for 24 hours? Your life must be very strange.' But of course I have not experienced any other life. It's not strange to me." That's Harry...
...politics, Des Moines, Iowa. "I live in a pretty foul apartment," Davis, 22, says with a cheerful laugh. "I have no furniture except a mattress on the floor and an Ikea nightstand. I live out of my suitcases. I also have a coffee maker and cereal." She endures her Spartan digs, the hot weather, cold weather, countless stump speeches and 15-hour workdays as a staffer, all the while enthusiastically urging Iowans to vote for Joe Biden on January 3. "Sometimes it's so hard to get out of bed but I know how important the work is that...
...Marie, "so as not to encourage inappropriate feelings" - but by then he's already become way less adorable. When he's at the edge of a lake with some of the kids, they're skipping stones across the water; Dan throws a rock with the fury of a Spartan at Thermopylae. Emily Blunt, a beguiler in My Summer of Love and The Devil Wears Prada, brightens up a scene in a bar. And when Act 3 finally rolls around, Dan and Marie have a pretty tryst at a bowling alley, and the movie locates the sweet mood it's been...
...present presidential campaign, some of Giuliani's rivals have receded (John McCain), and some have even reseeded (Joe Biden, whose scalp is less spartan than it used to be), but none are nakedly, unabashedly bald. Not even Homer Simpson, who announced his candidacy to David Letterman and combs his pair of hairs to the right, a two-string comb-over that still leaves him two strings shy of a ukulele...
...alert, maybe a little amused at the sight of this doctor standing over him on his bed. I told him I needed him to relax his muscles. And, then, a wonderful light came on in his eyes. He told me he understood this - maybe it was something a wounded Spartan hoplite might have done while being treated on the battlefield. Anyway, he got it. And, by Zeus, he relaxed. So I pulled, lifting Nick and an ER doc off the stretcher, and while Nick waxed on about sterilizing old wine bottles, I felt his new old hip pop back into...