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...moment was pure Brenda. Making her U.S. debut at Washington's Zanzibar club in July, South African singer Brenda Fassie sang passionately from the diaphragm for almost three hours straight. As if that wasn't enough strain on her petite body, Fassie determinedly put on a frenetic dance show. Suddenly her breasts popped out of her costume. The audience gasped, but Fassie unabashedly grabbed her bare bosom and thrust it at the crowd. "This," she proclaimed, "is Africa...
...Greneker is trying to smooth out the final kinks in his Radar Flashlight, a device that looks like an oversize hair dryer but can penetrate 8-in.-thick nonmetal doors and walls. When radar waves encounter moving objects, like a hostage taker's nervous pacing or heaving diaphragm, the motions are translated into a bar of LED lights in which the height of the bar corresponds with the amount of movement in the room. In more sophisticated radar detectors, like the prototype made by Time Domain Corporation of Huntsville, Ala., the crude LED display is replaced by dancing circles...
Imagine this: In the middle of sex, your husband/boyfriend's condom breaks. Or your diaphragm gets dislodged. You spend the rest of the night in a state of panic; you know, somehow, that you're going to get pregnant, and you're not ready, financially or psychologically, to have a baby. So the next day you cancel your meetings and head to your doctor's office, where you wait hours for a cursory appointment - after which you're handed a prescription for the morning-after pill. At the local drugstore, the sole pharmacist on duty informs you that...
...reading period draws to a close, the pressure begin to build in earnest. Slowly the cold but humid Harvard air becomes oppressive, thick and heavy. I become Ed Harris in The Abyss, breathing a slurry of oxygenated hydrocarbons. Each breath is positive work, my diaphragm labors draw the viscous fluid into my screaming lungs, then expels it out again through my narrow trachea. I am in a slow-motion free-fall through frigid, silent water, receding from the dim light of the sun as the deep rushes to swallow me. Every moment of descent adds thousands of pounds of water...
Friedan tells us more than we need to know about her sex life. In her marriage, she writes, "we had pet names for his c___ and my diaphragm ...when he put his tongue hard down my throat, I loved the whole melting feeling, not just the clitoral orgasm." After her divorce, she had numerous affairs, and she names names. (Asked about her indiscretion, she replies simply, "They're dead.") She tells of getting a telephone call from Steinem while in bed with a married father of five, and of fooling around with another old flame who fell...