Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu (known affectionately as “Bibi”) went for a direct hit in a speech at the United Nations last month when he sternly advocated for a “red line” to be drawn on Iran’s nuclear program: a point after which the program would no longer be tolerated.
He repeats it slowly and again fumbles the first syllable, his tongue rising not quite high enough to form the right vowel: “Poo-ber-ty.”
Don’t ask me why or how, but until I became acquainted with spell-check at the age of 16, I misspelled “very” every time.
I’d stay home and babysit my sister while mother would go off and sweat on sad middle-aged men who weren’t my father. The sweat would bead like rain drops on a car window.
Like so many birds of paradise, Boston’s pretty young things and cultured grand dames flocked to the Institute of Contemporary Art for its First Fridays: Fashion Forward event.
As an experienced two-time high school debater (Death penalty? I think not!), I can speak on behalf of everyone when I say that arguing gets you nowhere.
Midterms and midriffs: Wish you could switch bodies to score well.
For those of you whose social lives are under threat from The Man, we present a playlist featuring artists who share your pain.
In light of the recent Hasty Pudding merger, FM proposes a few future pairings.
Harvard students are high achievers in all walks (or, more aptly, crawls) of life.
In light of Prohibition 2012, it’s time to play hard, speakeasy.
FM predicts winners deserving of this year's prize.
Great options! If you choose Economics, you’ll probably end up working in consulting. If you choose English, you’ll also work in consulting, but with a firmer grasp of James Joyce.
15. More rocks.