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...Clash is like orgasm, I swear to God," Beth breaks...

Author: By Micaela K. Root and Anna M. Schneider-mayerson, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: CRLS.: The Kids Next Door | 10/21/1999 | See Source »

...down adult games now, the formalized convoluted expressions of drives that you used to express by yourself? Do you skip? Is there a place for unfallen sexual play in your life? Or just fucking? What would I have done 300 years ago for the equivalent shock tactic of a swear word? Why is free and unpredictable movement so threatening on subways? Should I mind when a toddler hurls itself at my crotch and vomits on my wide-wale corduroys...

Author: By Nicolas R. Rapold, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Endpaper: Things Past | 10/21/1999 | See Source »

...laser pointed at my face. His fiendish helper claps goggles onto my eyes. I tense. A searing sensation rips into my face. As the laser traces tiny spider veins across my cheek, zapping them into oblivion, I hear a faint pop, pop, pop. It begins to sting. Yeow, I swear silently. Is that burning flesh I smell? Hey, Doc? Owww. Yeowww! DOC! Dr. Harold Lancer, my Beverly Hills dermatologist, is laughing. He had warned me to take some Valium before the procedure (or risk scaring off his celebrity clients, no doubt). I can't stand any more. "Ye-ooowww...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cosmetic Surgery: Light Makes Right | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

...finer chestnuts. Opening with a Rolling Stones medley, the former Ms. Arnold interpreted Satisfaction in ways Mick Jagger surely never intended and with a refreshing indifference to melody. She screeched her way through My Generation and I Wanna Be Sedated, pausing only to eat chocolate, swill beer and swear, charming the young crowd with her atonal exuberance. If only TV viewers were so readily impressed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Oct. 11, 1999 | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

...went to a specialized (read: white) high school on the Upper East Side and spent my teenage years hanging out with a fine group of mama's boys, hitting the books and trading baseball cards with equal aplomb. I swear I would have put them in my bicycle spokes if I had a bike...

Author: By Jamal K. Greene, | Title: END OF THE LINE | 10/6/1999 | See Source »

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