Word: struts
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...ship full of unique passengers sets sail. Astoundingly voluptuous “women” decked out in fur, pompoms, spangles, pleather, and sequins from head to toe—or rather from the lower half of their colossal breasts to the tops of their stockinged thighs—strut the decks. A Hitler look-alike (Josh C. Phillips ’07) dutifully trots after a terrifyingly overgrown Shirley Temple clone. A sleazy-looking captain (Alan D. Zackheim ’06) herds the crowd, ridiculously wielding his violin case as a rifle...
...between lunching with Lord Patten and filming BBC docu’s, entertaining kiddies is just about putting on a good show. Strut your stuff in that projector limelight and you’ve got their admiration for life. It’s nice to have their adoring faces gazing up at you, hanging on your every word. I only wish they wouldn’t pop in and out the lecture hall at will—it’s not in the script! This never happened at Oxford...
...boss Ken Lay, and, in all likelihood, the confirmation of Samuel Alito to be the newest associate justice of the Supreme Court. On Sunday, Americans will tune in to watch the Pittsburgh Steelers and Seattle Seahawks go head to head at the Super Bowl in Detroit-and Mick Jagger strut at the half-time show. But even the Rolling Stones won't be able to upstage the biggest news event of the week, when President Bush delivers his State of the Union address on Tuesday...
...clubs, only to spill out a few hours later and leave their drunken mess on the sidewalk. But even these trivialities draw out the old complaints about the encroaching student population.So, forgive me for thinking that Cambridge-Harvard relations aren’t really a problem. Yes, we strut around like we own the place, with our heavy volumes of Plato and Voltaire bursting out our big H-branded bags; we launch ourselves recklessly across the streets to the dismay of cab-drivers; we don’t necessarily “care” about the town itself...
...drunken” snapshots, lit by the dim glow of a red fabric chandelier. A cluster of dangling plastic circles and thin red fabric adorn the ceiling, a red shag rug the floor, and a full-length mirror the far wall. “We like to strut before we go out,” Matsui says. The pair found an eccentric fix for their bare bathroom walls: Japanese porn. Dozens of rectangular cutouts from Bukakae, black and white pencil sketches from pornographic cartoon magazines, adorn the walls. White packing tape holds the impromptu wallpaper in place...