Word: tastelessness
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...Multi-Millionaire." I mean, how could anyone resist? It actually should have been called "Who Wants to Be a Prostitute"--girls agree to sell their souls and body for the money of an anonymous millionaire (all we know about him is he's old, rich and quite desperate). Tasteless, tacky, totally trashy--but also semi-entertaining and amusing. But somewhere around 9:05 p.m., the show stopped being funny. I wanted to just scream out over and over, "Do you have any shame! Children are watching this! I'm going to call your mother!" (Then again, I suspect that...
...Volonnino's most tasteless comment—the thinly veiled suicide reference at the end of his article—makes me wonder if he even comprehends the seriousness of his "joke." People have died and it is not a laughing matter. And I'm certain the friends and families of those who have lost loved ones would be most disturbed to see suicide trivialized, as Volonnino does in his column...
...menu alteration doesn't have to be dramatic-although dining hall memberships to the Williams-Sonoma "Fruit of the Month" club would be more than appreciated. But it's about time that Harvard realizes that fruit comes in more than three shapes and sizes. The tasteless elitism has got to stop...
Tales of these twisted relationships run from the tasteless to the tragic--from Brooke Shields' mother, who pushed her daughter around Hollywood like an ice-cream wagon, to Steffi Graf's crook of a father, who broke her heart. Tennis offers an especially good stage for watching these parents in action. There they sit in the best courtside seats, often functioning as "coaches," glaring stone-faced in fury or some other psychotic mood at their investment offspring, who are incidentally their children...
...suddenly remembered those pages. I have never read through those words, because a psycho stole them and absconded with them to Australia. At the time, I was distraught. There was every proof of all the people with whom I had ever shared any love--gone in a single tasteless move. But today, I think: Wastepaper. And by extension, wastepeople...