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...sports event can change things, this one has a chance. It represents the strongest putting of the question to Australia by an Aboriginal in years. It makes us ask: If it's okay for Cathy Freeman to be an Aboriginal because she wins, why is it not OK for someone else to be an Aboriginal when he says, 'This is my land,' or 'My children are dying too young' or 'My children are dying in jail.' Cathy, by having made a statement before the Games about the present government's niggardly attention to Aborigines, did something very dramatic with...
...There's a paradox there. His movies are no more stimulating visually than the cable docs they ape. Their sophistication comes from somewhere else. But they get under your skin - OK, we'll skip the dog-with-fleas joke - and make you think about something most movies have forgotten: the ineluctability of American innocence. Odd that it takes a sardonic nobleman to remind us of that. Odd but exhilarating...
...Some of the women - notably the Russians - make a valiant effort at catching the eye of, say, Nike marketing execs, with upswept hair, lipstick and mascara. One Argentinean lifter even had a tiny diamond in her nose. And some of them really are babes. Huge babes. (OK, I saw a couple of hairy armpits, but no moustaches.) But it's to no avail. The beauty is in the raw power. (See TIME's upcoming Notebook section for another reason why makeup on these ladies is beside the point...
...couple weeks before delivering her second baby Rocco, Madonna found herself in a "pre-partum" depression: "I get to the end of my day sometimes, and I think, 'OK, I'm pregnant. I'm fat. I can't exercise. I can't wear cool clothes. I don't feel like dancing. And there's absolutely nothing remotely cool or cutting-edge about me right now. I've become a domesticated cow. Sometimes I burst into tears just thinking about...
...this year the Aussies put on an Olympic show that makes you think that Oscar night might be better contracted out to Sydney-siders. Well, OK, there were a couple of sappy moments: the music sounded like retreaded ABBA, and the Olympic Hymn, sung in Greek, is a bore. But for the most part the whole event showed great flair and - most critically - a fine sense of humor. Given the opportunity to tell its national story to 3.7 billion television viewers around the world, few nations would include a segment celebrating the postwar suburban boom featuring funny-looking guys...