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...nine couples who live in the adjoining mud houses on the lane are brothers, sisters and cousins who have cross-married to avoid paying dowries. When they shed their hijab, Afghan women lead a feisty life. Ghotair is the family hairdresser, and all the women have short, styled hair. The husbands enjoy it when their wives apply makeup and dress in transparent, low-cut outfits so that they look like Bombay movie stars. "They have many desires," grins Ghotair. The other women chortle happily, swapping stories of conjugal demands...
...police car reversed toward them. To avoid getting run over, Walsh banged on the trunk - for which she was arrested and hurled into the back of a police van. When Ciara protested, she was arrested too. On their way to the station, Walsh says she was held by the hair while a policeman knelt on her back. When the van door opened, she was shoved out and fell head-first on the ground, gashing her chin. Her jeans ripped as she was dragged through the doors of the station. The sisters ultimately sued, prompting the police to retaliate by charging...
...long legs. The hair. The energy...
...caps on newborn beers. But after an hour of admiring shiny tanks and blinking switchboards, we made for the Yanjing Bar. EACH GUEST IS ENTITLED TO ONE GLASS, warned a sign. Zhang signaled for a pitcher and recounted the day he drank here with boxing promoter Don King. "Big hair," he remembered. We tapped our steins and savored a malty freshness that forever spoiled my appreciation of the bike-transported local stuff. Zhang lit a Hongtashan Gold and wanted to talk about Yanjing's business plan, "about strict control over rate of charges on assets," but I had some nagging...
...this underground pub on central Wangfujing Street is so bad it's great. Sip a Tsingtao on the heated platform beds, necessitated by the chilly air-con. The friendly staff is in on the joke, hyping the primordial kitsch while urging you into the karaoke cave. Chest thumping accepted; hair pulling discouraged...