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During her evening walks with Aggie through the snowy village, Clarice Watkins continued her practice of gazing into lit windows of kitchens and living rooms. Often she saw people sitting around a table under a hanging lamp, plates and glasses spread out before them like a deck of cards; or she saw the silhouettes of people watching wide-screen television sets on which one bright silent image swiftly replaced another, even battles or conflagrations cheerful-looking in their brevity.
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Disclaimer: This post does not refer to people who are distraught after suffering abuse and use the internet as a last source of comfort. It refers to the far more numerous who have incrementally been trained by our culture to bring every detail of their lives into the public arena, exposing small grievances as important and almost annihilating the notion of privacy, to their own detriment. 1,499 more words
Who would you rather see in a movie? Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor or Jesse Eisenberg and Kristen Stewart?
So just when did people start avoiding movies that starred certain actors or actresses that they couldn’t stand?
1920: Way Down East? Not interested. Lillian Gish might be America’s sweetheart, but she’s not mine. 1,337 more words