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Fraternity X Pretty Boy PT. 1

It seemed pretty simple and it made sense to those who bought it, but the actual science behind it was complicated and far too lengthy to comprehend. But the point of the TiMER was simple - a digital clock that would count down to the exact day you met your soulmate.

Fraternity X Pretty Boy PT. 1

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Tooru was just supposed to be a one night. He was just supposed to be like every other pretty boy Hajime slept with on a routine basis.And yet, Hajime gets swept away in the typhoon that is Oikawa Tooru, anyway. Falls so thoroughly in love that even if he knows this is all just a means to and end for the other, Hajime still hopes that at the end of the day, Tooru will stay.

This trope provides a layer of This Loser Is You when taken to include not just an average-to-ugly appearance but also crude behavior. The moral of stories where this holds becomes, "Be Yourself, and that never means being pretty or acting polite and always being 'that guy'".

Often, Beauty Is Bad appears alongside Beauty Equals Goodness in the same work, especially in romantic situations, because of the Double Standard. The poor, working-class underdog will have rich pretty-boy rivals, all of whom have the personality of a toad. At the same time, the rich girl for whom he is competing will have a heart of gold despite being the most beautiful girl in school... Uptown Girl and Ugly Guy, Hot Wife both run off "Beauty Is Bad, but only for men." However, this is not always the case. There are plenty of gorgeous Rich Bitches in fiction too and a guy might fall for originally her based on superficial beauty before moving on his less attractive (but still undoubtedly pretty) Nice Girl true love.

I am guilty, too. Guilty of using the Manson murders in a jokey, smart-ass way in my earlier films without the slightest feeling for the victims' families or the lives of the brainwashed Manson killer kids who were also victims in this sad and terrible case. I became obsessed by the Sharon Tate murders from the day I read about them on the front page of the New York Times in 1969 as I worked behind the counter of the Provincetown Book Shop. Later, when the cops finally caught the hippy killers and I actually saw their photos ("Arrest Weirdo in Tate Murders", screamed the New York Daily News headlines) I almost went into cardiac arrest. God! The Manson Family looked just like my friends at the time! Charles "Tex" Watson, a deranged but handsome preppy "head" who reminded me of Jimmy, the frat-boy-gone-bad pot-dealer I had the hots for in Catholic high school, the guy who sold me my first joint. There was Susan Atkins, a.k.a. Sadie Mae Glutz, devil go-go girl, with an LSD sense of humor just like Mink Stole's sister Mary (nickname: "Sick") whom I lived with at the time in Provincetown in a commune in a tree fort. And look at Patricia Krenwinkle, a.k.a. Katie, a flower-child earth-mother just like Flo-Ann who squatted with us that wonderful summer on Cape Cod. And, of course, my favorite, Leslie Van Houten, a.k.a. Lulu, "the pretty one". The homecoming princess from suburbia who gave up her title for acid. The all-American girl who went beyond insanity to unhinged criminal glamour just like Mona, my last girlfriend, who took LSD and shoplifted and starred in my underground movies all under my influence. Until, that is, the day she caught me in bed with a man (who looked kind of like Steve "Clem" Grogan, another Manson fanatic) and dumped the contents of an entire garbage can on us as we lay sleeping.

In 1985, ten years or so after Charles Watson and I had last seen one another, I was doing some journalistic pieces for Rolling Stone and they asked me to interview Manson. I had little curiosity about a man who had reminded me of someone you'd move away from in a bar in Baltimore, and was still much more interested in the followers who had come to their senses and were now definitely ex-followers. Leslie Van Houten always seemed the one that could have somehow ended up making movies with us instead of running with the killer dune-buggy crowd. She was pretty, out of her mind, rebellious, with fashion-daring, a good haircut, and a taste for LSD -- just like the girls in my movies. Instead of being a "good soldier" for Charlie and participating in the murders of Leno and Rosemary La Bianca, which she certainly believed was the right thing to do at the time, I wish she had been with us in Baltimore on location for Pink Flamingos the day Divine ate dog shit for real (our own cultural Tate/La Bianca). Maybe she would have enjoyed cinematic anti-social glee and movie anarchy just as much as a misguided race-war entitled Helter Skelter designed by a criminal megalomaniac who believed The Beatles were speaking directly to him. If Leslie had met me instead of Charlie, could she have gone to the Cannes Film Festival instead of the California Institute for Women? Actually, I think if Leslie hadn't met either of us she might have ended up as a studio executive in the movie business in Los Angeles. A good one, too.

It's the most exclusive fraternity imaginable, the tiniest handful of teams that are so great, so memorable, so once-in-a-lifetime rare that they will be identified forever simply by the season they authored their masterpieces.

Moving forward, I suspect we can anticipate a new team will join the fraternity, one to which there should be no opposition: The '04 Red Sox, the team that broke the franchise's curse to win the World Series and beat the Yankees by becoming the first MLB squad to erase a 3-0 series deficit. Still, it's an intimate gathering of the greatest of the great teams and that '85 Bears team this week celebrates its silver anniversary of trashing the Patriots in Super Bowl XX.

While Jordan's championship teams, all six of them, had an elegance that highlighted and probably helped further establish a certain sophistication about Chicago, the Bears tapped into Chicago's pride over physical toughness in a way nothing else ever had. The Bears knocked out every pretty boy quarterback they faced that season, or so it seemed.

When it comes to this quirky movie, some love it, some hate it. But we can all agree that Showgirls is a pretty accurate portrayal of the life of a Vegas showgirl. The movie shows the hard work, hard choices, and hard realities that Nomi Malone (played by Saved by the Bell's Elizabeth Berkley) must face if she wants to be a star.

Going to college was exciting and new, a chance for new friends and a fresh start, and the best part was, there was a supernatural fraternity on campus, meaning Scott finally had the freedom to be himself.

Then he met the resident human who came with a stalker alpha. What was the point of a supernatural fraternity if he still had to pretend to be human. And seriously, did Stiles ever fall asleep somewhere normal?

Derek Hale is pretty much the worst person in the world to hypothetically develop a crush on, being a murder suspect, a dangerous werewolf, a weirdo who stalks people from the treeline, and also living in a train car, Jesus Christ.

When it was time for the judges to deliver their critiques, Law Roach was clearly taken aback by all the "testosterone" the House of Alpha Omega was serving. Overall, Roach was all giddy and couldn't help but tell Kyree Rebel how much of a "pretty boy" he is. Behind the scenes, other contestants also called Rebel "gorgeous."

This was 1870. The reason he remembered the date was that they got the news that Chicago was burning, so that dates the thing pretty accurately. [ed note: The Chicago fire occurred in 1871] He got this job and landed in St. Louis and finally got to be a druggist. He and his brother had a drug store in South St. Louis, in Carondelet.

Walt Schroeder: Well, I was born in a little town, at that time, called Hackensack, New Jersey which was the county seat of Bergen County. We lived at that time in a community nearby that did not have a hospital, called Lyndhurst. And at a young age we moved to another little town close to Hackensack called Maywood, or in the Dutch term, Maien Valdt which was a little Dutch settlement pretty much and quite a few Germans and others there. I went to school in Maywood; we did not have a high school in that town of Maywood, so all our tenth grade kids after we graduated from ninth grade went over to Bogota High School and they had about the same size population as we had and so we made a full high school -120 in my graduating class. It was a great school, we had a good time together and of course there was a little community rivalry, but not that much. Bogota kids and Maywood kids got along fine. So, I was raised there and spent 8 years in Boy Scouts, hiking, doing all kinds of things that a boy likes to do.

WS: I started in June of 1945. As soon as I graduated from high school, I got into college immediately and took two courses that summer. At that time all the GIs were coming back too, so the colleges were just straining for places for people to live and study and stuff. But I got along fine with the GIs. We had a great time together; I learned a lot from the GIs. They were all pretty mature, even though they weren't that much older than I was. So I served on different committees with them and worked on different activities and belonged to clubs with them and we had a great time.

WS: I went into Ag Economics Farm Management because that gave me the idea that if I got into Extension I would be able to use that in my Extension work in farm management. And of course, it included a lot of economics courses but it also included courses in the crops and livestock and so on, some of the advanced courses in those. So, I thought it was a pretty good choice to make. I enjoyed farm management. The head of the department was my advisor and just a find gentleman, D. Curtis Mumford. A real fine gentleman and so we had a good time there.

One ride dropped me off in Salem, right close to the fairgrounds, so I said "Heh, I'm going to stop and see some of my old friends on the way back from Germany." So I went to the 4-H Building which was a real old building on the Fairgrounds and one of my friends, a gal who was a 4-H agent in Lane County, brought this young good looking lady over to me and said "Walt, this is Sally Hartz. She's out here from Nebraska." Well, hello, how are you and shortly after we had annual conference and I found out that she liked to sing and liked square dancing and folk dancing so I invited her out to a folk dance in Corvallis that night and one thing led to another and pretty soon we were married. We've been married 54 years now. 350c69d7ab

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