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...were convinced that Rove had mailed the tape to the Gore campaign, hoping strategists there would secretly watch it. Then at just the right moment, Rove would leap out and expose them as sneaks willing to do anything to get ahead. Some in the press even published the whole yarn as if it were known to be true. But it was just hooey. A low-level former Democrat in a campaign consultant's office was prosecuted and jailed for sending the tape. Rove wasn't involved at all. It was a bum rap, but Rove probably doesn't mind. Those...
...often in Hollywood's version of the '30s, the rich are sleek, fat, boozy, faintly ridiculous. The media (newspapers and their editors, in this case) make idiots of themselves in a montage of pinwheeling banner headlines: LOVE TRIUMPHANT! screams the "New York Mail" over the phony "yarn" of Westley and Ellie being madly in love...
This allergic reaction first surfaced during the hopeless inanity of prefrosh weekend. There I sat, in the absurd Harvard first-year dining hall, dreading what I sensed I would soon be doing with the motley, shoddily constructed yarn-ball, which organizers sickeningly referred to as a “Warm Fuzzy.” Slowly and deliberately, with saccharine good humor and effortless Harvardese, our emcee gave the instructions for the gruesome “getting-to-know-you” game that helped put me off of people for good (and vice versa...
...object of the game, as it was explained to our unwashed, undifferentiated prefrosh mass, was to collect as many strings from different “Warm Fuzzies” as possible by finding unsuspecting fellow prefroshies, ostensibly exchanging the most superficial of information, extracting a piece of yarn from their different colored “Warm Fuzzy,” then quickly moving on to the next random encounter. The winner was, of course, the person with the most yarn. So, with a sickening smile boiling with condescension, our host shouted...
...accost me. Often such interactions would uncover a networker red-handed, as I watched their interest wane with satisfaction as I divulged my concentration (“Physics?! What do you do with that?”). I’d be damned if any palm-greasing, name-dropping, yarn-grubber would squeeze even the time of day out of me, and as a result I seldom initiated any conversations with fellow students...