Word: whine
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...noticed that I was groaning. "You haven't met my family," I said. "They whine." With whiners, Gortmaker suggested a sneakier approach. Before moving to the sports phase, try a few stealth initiatives. First, no TV in the bedroom. (I love this one because my kids have never had TVs; I can feel virtuous without doing anything.) "There's a substantial relationship between TV viewing and obesity," Gortmaker warned. "It's also the commercials for food." Second, get the kids outside. (This is also good because it keeps them off the furniture.) "Just throw them out, and they...
With all this exuberance it's strange that the Magliozzis would write In Our Humble Opinion: Car Talk's Click and Clack Rant and Rave (Perigee Books; $20), a 268-page book in which the brothers take four-page turns complaining. They whine about car manufacturers, but also about Starbucks, the Founding Fathers and bottled water. Much of it is smart, but none of it works as well as the radio show. Mostly because you can't hear them laugh...
Classiness can't be coerced. If we don't like a player's celebratory gyrations, we should resort to the fan's traditional outlets. We should refrain from buying his jersey. We should whine. We should boo. Who knows? Maybe the players will listen...
...reminded this week of the fact that long ago, my family used to take vacations in places other than Las Vegas. As a six and seven year old, I would whine for a "glamorous" destination where I could hob-nob and sip champagne with celebrities while my older brother complained that our family was rapidly losing its intellectual edge and we needed to sharpen our minds in a cultural environment. So my weary parents opted for the middle-ground: a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Be it Montana, Tennessee, Wisconsin, Colorado, South Carolina or Virginia, we'd shack...
...have a mental list of acknowledgments of those people who helped us survive the most stressful moments of this process, roommates who knew the right moment to turn up the radio full-blast and sing along as a study break; blockmates and friends who listened to us whine and brought us food when we were too stressed to go to the dining hall, parents who said it would be okay if we dropped out right now, and of course advisors who patiently waited for our delayed chapter drafts and then quickly returned them with comments and suggestions. Don't forget...