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Then too there are the messages kids are bombarded with from well-meaning strangers ("Oh, he's a chunky one, isn't he?") and critical relatives ("Ah, she's going to grow up to be just like fat Aunt Sue!"). Schoolmates--at least those not yet claimed by the obesity epidemic themselves--may soon join in the chorus. All of this can hit a child's still developing ego hard. On the whole, overweight children are more likely than healthy-weight kids to be anxious, unhappy and depressed. The science is mixed on which kids suffer the most. One study...
...youthful throngs of Berliners drawn to the show, it's more than a photo exhibit; it's a flashback to one of the defining traumas of their city. Among them are malcontents, to be sure, who are tired of being reminded. "Ah, these scenes are familiar," a dismissive middle-aged photographer complained, "we've seen this kind of stuff so often before." In the guest book another offended visitor protested, "It's bull! You shouldn't be allowed to show the suicide of a Nazi family." But for classes of high-school teenagers brought to the gallery, the show...
...cinematographer told him, "Not only is this scene horrible, the most frightening thing is that you're going into production." The next week, a new group of directors came in; this time there were raves for the same scene. Terry Gilliam offered encouragement, and Volker Schlondorff said, "Ah, da little genius!" Tarantino says this taught him an important lesson: "People are gonna really like my stuff or really not, so get f---in' used...
...start putting on his trousers, but Felicity sat motionless, the monocle in her palm. She stared at it for a moment, uncomprehending. Then she looked up.The Stable Boy had fastened his trousers over his prodigious loins and was smiling to himself as he sharpened a scythe. “Ah,” he said. “That must have fallen from your husband’s pocket as he was getting dressed this morning.”Felicity’s head reeled. She threw Frederick’s monocle to the ground and stumbled to her feet...
...Ah, spring: that blissful season when a young girl’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of summer jobs. Outside, birds are singing, crocuses are springing, that guy with the machine is trying to induce green grass. Inside, you are crouched over your laptop trying to find lucrative internships whose application deadlines weren’t in November. You are not succeeding. Everyone you talk to either has had a job lined up for months or is running around like a decapitated chicken trying to find one. But it can’t be just...