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My desire to identify with Holden–and who doesnât read Catcher in the Rye to identify with Holden?–underscored our vast differences as much as it made him a companion or guide. Literary liberation and rebellion for me, rather, took the form of Nora leaving in A Dollâs House and Margaret Atwoodâs female leads. By the time I read Catcher in the Rye, its colloquialisms seemed âœphony,â  to sling Holdenâs favorite insult. His lingo had long ago ceded to other teenage argot. This alone I could have forgiven.
But Holden also embodied adolescent maleness so completely that he left no room for a frustrated girl of a commensurate age. To be fair, he left little room for anyone else. His alienation was the point. The female characters were colored by Holdenâs conflicted desire. They were either vulnerable (like and Jane and Phoebe), a source of ambivalent attraction (Sally and the hotel prostitute), or playthings (the Pencey mother on the train and âœstupid girlsâ who dance well). I doubt itâs a coincidence that most of the tributes to Salinger have been penned by men.

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The Panties Pool You’ve seen those office pools they do for football games, right? It’s a grid of boxes, with 0-9 going down and 0-9 going across. Then people write their names inside the boxes and then one set of numbers is for one team, and one is for the other. So, say, at the end of the first quarter, the score is 10 – 7, the Saints, then you would go to that square, and that person would win. You can do the same. But instead of putting in names in the squares, you put SEX ACTS. So, whoever wins, REALLY wins. And it’s up to you to be as nice or as naughty as you want.
You can have the prizes be anything your little heart desires. From kissing to an erotic massage, he owes you oral sex. From you wearing THAT school girl outfit, to him doing THAT dance he does naked. (Um, whatever you two do…)

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Michael DiMascolo as Tom Collins and Albert Jennings as Angel are simply amazing as a gay couple finding love after each has contracted AIDS. DiMascolo provides a passionate, rich baritone while Jennings, a heartening and expressive tenor (“I’ll Cover You”). Their character’s relationship is a joy. Angel (Jennings) steals the show early on, singing, dancing and drumming to “Today 4 U.” And, Collins (DiMascolo) grabs it back late with the heartbreaking “I’ll Cover You – Reprise.”
Kevin Hanley as Roger and Jess Andra as Mimi provide the most central relationship in “Rent.” Both their characters and their performances gain momentum as the show progresses. Roger is Mark’s roommate, an ex junkie and an aspiring songwriter. He’s afraid of falling in love, especially with Mimi, a drug-abusing stripper. Hanley and Andra build heat in Act I (“Light My Candle” and “Out Tonight”) before exploding with emotion (“Without You”) in Act II.

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Code — that was the theme for much of Dwek’s testimony. According to him, words like “contribution” and “business” and “stuff” were assumed codes for nefarious transactions like bribes.
Even all references to New York by Leona Beldini were, said Dwek, code for “breaking off talk about criminal activity.’’ Except when the suspended Jersey City deputy mayor talked about the Broadway production of “South Pacific.” Dwek, who said he’s never seen a Broadway show, insisted that talking about Broadway shows “isn’t talking about New York.”
“I got the gist every time she talked about New York it was a cover for illegal activity,” Dwek said.
The semantic gymnastics were made necessary by the evidence that could result in convictions for the 74-year-old grandmother and former Burlesque stripper — the video tapes Dwek recorded in four meetings last March and April with Beldini and others, including Jersey City Mayor Jerramiah Healy, who has not been charged.

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Lock and load financial rookie. In case you’ve been lulled into an American-Idolized stupor since former New York Governor Eliot Spitzer pulled back the dark curtain two years ago on the biggest economic battle in American history, you’re in for some serious surprises. Adjust your mental faculties and aim your eyeballs on this page. Prepare for shock and awe.
If you missed Spitzer’s Tiger-like sordid affairs that spilled onto the pages of every major newspaper in the nation in 2008 from an apparent leak by the FBI, you likely also missed the bomb he dropped on the Bush administration in an editorial published by The Washington Post just weeks prior to media frenzy over his involvement with prostitutes.
Today Spitzer is back with a vengeance as he blasts Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner and Lawrence Summers, the director of President Barack Obama’s economic council, calling the duo an “abject failure.”

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But what has Fashion Week meant for Bryant Park? Nostalgic reflections from Anna Wintour, Patricia Field and many more will plaster the Bryant Park Tents for the grand farewell before next season’s move to the Lincoln Center performing arts complex.
It started as a symbiotic relationship in 1993.  “Our mission was to organize, modernize and centralize,” says Fern Mallis, Fashion Week’s mastermind, of the  Council of Fashion Designers of America’s decision to move the catwalks. At the time, the shows were known as “Market Week.”?They were haphazard and sometimes hazardous — a piece of the ceiling fell during a Michael Kors show. Before Fashion Week, “nobody thought New York had designers that were creative,” Mallis says.
Bryant Park was undergoing its own renaissance, shedding its nickname “Needle Park” for the drug dealers, prostitutes and the homeless who had taken residence there since the 1970s. “But we weren’t glamorous,” notes Bryant Park Corporation president Dan Biederman. “They brought us glamour.”

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The Center for Reproductive Rights felt CBS should know the
facts, and sent them a letter explaining the Philippines’ law: no exemptions
for abortion, not even the life of the mother. According to CRR, more than
1,000 women died in 2008 in the Philippines as a result of high-risk
pregnancies that should have been terminated to save the life of the mother,
and another 90,000 women suffered life-threatening and life-altering complications.
We can’t comment on Mancruch’s finances, but it seems to us
that Focus on Family should get the same treatment UCC got last year. If a
church that believes in inclusion for all is too controversial for the Super
Bowl, then a group that lies about women’s lives should be as well.
All cured now
Speaking of evangelical liars, Ted Haggard and his wife
Gayle were on Oprah this week. Unlike
Elizabeth Edwards, Gayle Haggard chose to stay in her marriage to Haggard, who
had several affairs with men, including a three-year pay-for-sex arrangement
with a gay male prostitute.

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4 The cute factor could go way down — We all love the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet, but CBS should buy the rights to it. Then air it before the game and have Mike Vick play the referee. If he snaps at one of the canines, the NFL should ban him for life. If he keeps his cool, we’ll let him suit up for the Bills or Rams — not sure which outcome is worse.
5 Let us hear — Mike up the players. The most fun we’ve ever had watching Peyton Manning wasn’t in the AFC championship when he carved up the Jets midway through the game. It was when NFL Films caught him cursing out Jeff Saturday in a regular-season game. Of course, we had to wait weeks for that to surface. Just give it to us live.
6 ‘The Hangover,’ NFL edition — Uh, put it in Vegas. Why has this not happened yet? It would be especially beneficial in a game with a huge underdog. After a week of strippers, booze and nonstop gambling by the heavy favorites, we’d have a level playing field come Super Bowl Sunday.

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They came in frocks, miniskirts and flowing purple robes; in fishnet tights, high heels and feather boas; hulking XXL-sized men revealing voluminous midriffs and adjusting lopsided boobs as they minced and sashayed from the Superdome to the French Quarter. They chanted the war cry of their beloved football team: “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints?” Crowds of onlookers packed the streets, whooping in delight.
Mardi Gras has come early to New Orleans this year. Life has been one riotous, non-stop celebration since January 24, when the Saints reached the Super Bowl for the first time in their 43-year history with a last-gasp victory over the Minnesota Vikings.
From the tablecloths in its Cajun restaurants to the tassels of its strippers’ bikinis, the city is decked out in the team’s black and gold colours. Its musicians have composed dozens of songs in their honour. Priests wear Saints shirts in place of their vestments and give thanks for the team in their churches. Umpteen improvised versions of When the Saints Go Marching In blast from bars, stores and car speakers. Truly, the good times are rolling again.

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