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...seem, CSI's plots are rooted in the experience of such professionals as consultant Elizabeth Devine, once a CSI in Los Angeles. Find red spots in the whites of a victim's eyes? He died by suffocation. Find a seed follicle on a strand of the victim's hair? It was ripped out of her head. To unearth these nuggets, the writers and researchers go to forensics conventions, scour gory tomes like Practical Homicide Investigation and collect gadgetry catalogs for products like Clue Spray...
...police chief's office, with its vaulted ceilings, the Americans passed around a sheaf of photocopies, each bearing a photograph of a thirtyish Arab with wire-rimmed glasses and furtive, intense eyes. Next to the photo were drawings of how the suspect might look with long hair, with a goatee or clean shaven...
First, Miss Harvard could not be hairy. Due to the sheer length and volume of my leg hair, a lawn mower would have been easier to use than my Gillette Mach 3. The night before the pageant, as I stood naked in the bathtub, warm water running, I watched inch-long hairs peel off into a watery mélange of foamy white shaving cream and occasional drops of blood. I awkwardly maneuvered my body as I shaved the rear of my thighs, only breaking more skin in my futile attempt to be careful and precise. An analgesic layer...
Miss Harvard should also stick to her roots—culturally and in terms of hair. I’m half-Vietnamese and it was important I emphasize this. For so much of my life, Asians could only see me as white and whites thought I was Mexican. By selecting a black wig, I emphasized my Asian heritage rather than opting for a blonde wig that would scream Aryan beauty. Additionally, the wig would help dispel myths that blondes have more fun. Although I don’t have a Ken to call my own, I sported a Barbie look...
Shabby and pathetic, the monster serves as a reminder of why life needs death in order to retain its dignity. This modern Grendel has really let himself go: With his long, greasy hair and dirty suit, he could be a bum in any of America’s cities. Because Beatrice takes pity on him, even after discovering that he ate her boyfriend, the monster decides to trust her with his story of cosmic disillusionment. “I tried cracking humans open to find out what makes them think they’re so special...