Word: victorianism
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...seems to validate the anguished self-absorption that has made baby boomers so good at generating revenue for psychiatrists and so bad at staying married. A half-century ago, people didn't sit around wondering whether their spouse was maximizing their self-actualization. In fact, thanks to the lingering Victorian moral climate, most didn't even consider divorce a live option. (What a time saver!) Nowadays, as Kramer himself suggests, it is almost normal for married people to be quietly dogged by "the constant sense of having chosen poorly." Well who can blame them, with the question "Should You Leave...
...future," he says. "I saw all of humanity coming online." Then one day our hero experienced some of that humanity, in an AOL chat room, where a lesbian and a Christian Fundamentalist were bashing each other. Cassell ended up disgusted--not by the name calling but by AOL's Victorian censorship policy, which resulted in a chat-room monitor summarily booting the lesbian for uttering the word bitch...
After all, only a small elite in the world is able to look at most of the forty colleges and identify them by name, or understand what "mods" and "sub-fusc" and "bumps" mean, much less experience them Few people can look upon the ornate Victorian spires of Keble College looming over the University Parks on a sunny summer evening, and feel a sense of belonging and entitlement. Few students have the opportunity to meet such talented, fascinating and sometimes like-minded peers, and to form lifelong friendships with them. All these things are beautiful...
...West of environmentalists, recreationists and urban refugees that bridges between the camps usually get washed out. A culture clash still divides the rock-ribbed citizens of Gunnison, a sleepy city of 5,000 on Highway 50, and the flamboyant ex-hippies and ski bums of Crested Butte, the pastel Victorian resort town 26 miles to the north...
...Emerson) and his courtroom antagonists. The flip, willfully perverse Wildean wit suffered the rude shock of having to defend itself under pitiless legal questioning. Asked if something he has written is true, Wilde replies, "I rarely think anything I write is true." He was a victim, of course, of Victorian prudery but also of the perennial clash between the aesthetic and the moral, the realm of art and the realm of life. Wilde realizes too late that it's an unfair fight. "One says things flippantly," he apologizes wanly at one point, "when one ought to speak more seriously...