From the New Yorker: Happy Feet. At its most rarefied, shoe shopping still takes place in hushed, pastel-carpeted salons, with salesmen (they are usually men-one doesn’t like to think too closely about why) staggering under stacks of boxes and kneeling down to insure the perfect fit before whisking away the charge plates of their waiting [...]
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From The New Yorker: Wilder Women. William Holtz points out that Laura had been so harried by poverty and hardship-doing some of the man’s work that Almanzo couldn’t manage, in addition to her own-that she might not have had much left to give, except the example of self-denial. Rose herself could be grandiose and domineering. [...]
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I have a hunch that the aesthetics of online space may contribute more to the friendliness and maturity level of a place than we suspect.
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That cartoon pricked my innate sense of justice, and I felt angry.
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