Word: whined
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...rallying point for the kids. They just talked about her after the game—‘we’re not going to whine because we don’t have Gina. Let’s make up for it and let’s make her proud.’ I know she’s already gotten the news. But she’s with our team. Her heart’s with us, she’s with us in spirit today and even now in our anguish...
...focus on the most pernicious fallacy haunting this debate, one succinctly put by letter-writer Bram J. Levy ’04: “Something’s amiss when millions of people can’t find clean water or adequately feed their families, and we whine about our dining halls.” This argument squelches consideration of any quality-of-life issue at Harvard if consistently applied: Are the treadmills at the MAC inadequate and not stacking up to those provided to varsity athletes? Let’s just be thankful for the treadmills we have...
...response to the editorial regarding Adams House dining hall restrictions and the varying quality of food in Houses (Staff Ed, “Vanity Fare,” March 11), the thought occurred to me: Harvard students need to shut the crap up and stop whining. Seriously. Sure, it’s a tough life walking down a line full of hot food, eating at your leisure amongst friends and then leaving your plate to be cleaned up after you. Is that seven-minute walk to Mather or Annenberg for lunch just killing...
...century Summits of Style Esoteric treatments in a minimalist setting A Starflyer Is Born In-flight comfort with an internet connection in every seat Take a Hike Destinations to restore your sense of wonder It might have been the sound of wheels spinning in mud, or perhaps the chattering whine of a tortured transmission. Or it might have been the increasingly loud imprecations I was directing at my driver. Whatever the cause, we had suddenly become the focus of several hundred wild elephants. Those nearest began to stomp toward us, thumping their trunks on the ground. It was our third...
...Walkmen’s appearance suggests a bunch of rich kids ready to whine into a microphone, their Friday show at the Middle East Downstairs proved their music far surpasses expectations. Their first album, Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me Is Gone, started a whispering campaign about ‘the new Strokes,’ but the tracks sounded much more lushly atmospheric than the taut, concise rock of that other New York band...