Word: fair sex
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...served as an associate dean, has prepared her well for the position. “One of the things that they have done at the Business School is take young faculty and give them administrative experience,” she said. “It was a fair amount in a short amount of time.” Jacqueline Bhabha, executive director of the University Human Rights Committee on which Spar serves, says that Spar’s background is well-suited for leading a liberal-arts institution. “She certainly has a lot of managerial and business...
...painful, and singeing. Her question—what if women’s pervasive inequality (including rape, harassment, and battering) and pornography are intimately related?–should be on all of our minds, not dismissed as shock tactics. That is not fair to her argument, not fair to women, and not useful in achieving sex equality...
...season flop of the United States Football League (USFL) in the mid-'80s. The XFL is a joint venture by the World Wrestling Federation and NBC that debuted last Saturday night. It is trying to sell itself as a more violent version of the NFL (no fair catches, taunting encouraged) with more sex (cheerleaders in revealing outfits), but that's not really the product it has. After all, the only way to make football more violent than the NFL is to find MVP linebackers who were actually convicted of murder. As far as sex is concerned, those hot, skanky-looking...
...overstated sexuality of Lucy (Teresa Palmer), the town’s fair-haired fast girl. Radcliffe, who has clearly found his niche in the troubled-orphan role, plays the part well. As with his full-frontal stint in British West End production of “Equus” earlier this year, Radcliffe channels a darker and brooding maturity, breaking from his clean-cut Potter role. Besides baring his bottom (again), Radcliffe’s character dazedly follows Lucy into a dalliance with sex, cigarettes, and Creedence Clearwater Revival. The deftness of Radcliffe’s touch only exaggerates...
When Harvard’s notorious sex magazine “H Bomb” lost its student group status last month because of incomplete registration, the collective gasp was far quieter in the magazine’s death than it was in its birth. The images and the words from an activities fair of yesteryear are still fresh in my mind, when the main selling point for “H Bomb”—all two issues of it—was the chatter it generated beyond Harvard’s gates...