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	<title>Salon.com > Janelle Brown</title>
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		<title>Bitter pills</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/06/01/mexico_drugs/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2006 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thousands of Americans buy cheap prescription drugs in Mexico. Some end up in squalid south-of-the-border prisons.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Three years ago, Dawn Marie Wilson found herself in a cement cubby infested with cockroaches and maggots. It was a cell in a prison in Ensenada, Mexico, and it had no toilets, no showers, not even a bed: Wilson slept on the floor. Her biggest luxury was a bucket for washing, and the only way to get basic amenities like plates and forks, blankets or drinking water was to buy or beg for them. "It was disgusting," she recalled, as she quietly sat, almost two years later, in the empty rec room of a federal prison in Dublin, California. "There was prostitution and drugs everywhere -- heroin, crystal meth, marijuana. I'd be sitting at a table with someone shooting up next to me. I kept thinking it would be over at any minute. I thought, This can't last." But it did last. Wilson, a 49-year-old conference planner from San Diego, ultimately spent 21 months in jail in Ensenada, and another two months in a U.S. prison, for something she says she didn't even realize was a crime: buying medicine from a pharmacy in Tijuana without a prescription from a Mexican doctor. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/06/01/mexico_drugs/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Your glow stick could land you in jail</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/04/16/rave/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2003 17:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The latest incarnation of the RAVE Act punishes drug users and bystanders alike  -- and tramples civil liberties.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last Thursday, the House and Senate almost unanimously passed the National AMBER Alert Network Act of 2003, a popular bill that will soon create a nationwide kidnapping alert system. Coming in the wake of a year of high-profile child abductions -- from Elizabeth Smart (whose parents supported the bill) to Samantha Runnion -- the bill was a no-brainer, destined to pass quickly and smoothly through Congress. </p><p> Surely Sen. Joe Biden (D-Del.) knew this, which explains why he cannily sneaked his own, completely unrelated legislation into the AMBER Act just two days before the vote. Piggybacked onto the act was the Illicit Drug Anti-Proliferation Act, a thinly veiled rewrite of legislation that was controversial in 2002 and failed to make it to a vote on the Senate floor. Now, club owners and partyers alike are being subjected to a loosely worded and heavy-handed law that authorities will be able to indiscriminately use to shut down music events at any time they please, assuming they find evidence of drug use. Thanks to Biden's surreptitious efforts, a few glow sticks and a customer or two on Ecstasy could be all it takes to throw a party promoter in jail for 20 years. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/04/16/rave/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Over my dead body</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/01/15/shields_4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2003 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Activists are flocking to the West Bank to serve as human shields, protecting Palestinians and protesting the Israeli occupation. Are they part of the solution -- or part of the problem?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> If you ask Matt Horton what he did with his summer vacation, be prepared to set aside a good part of the afternoon for his answer. Sitting on a futon couch in his apartment in Pasadena, Calif., with incense balanced carefully on a hookah and Arab singers playing on the stereo, the dreadlocked and wispily goateed 23-year-old college student launches into a two-hour speech denouncing Israeli treatment of Palestinians, the importance of nonviolent resistance, and the duty of American activists to help out their Middle Eastern brethren. </p><p>Last summer, Horton spent two months in the West Bank working as a human shield. His tasks: placing his body between Israeli soldiers and Palestinian civilians, escorting medical supplies to hospitals, occupying Palestinian homes that were due to be bulldozed, and generally trying to use his presence as a white American to protect Palestinians from what he considers Israeli brutality. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/01/15/shields_4/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All-American soft-porn sweats with a twist</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/01/14/juicy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2003 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Juicy Couture tracksuit is the height of haute in L.A., a uniform for starlet and wealthy wannabe alike.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On a recent episode of "MTV Cribs," Hugh Hefner and one of his numerous bottle-blond live-in girlfriends (Hef: "I'm in my platinum period ... like Picasso's blue period") walked the cameras through the Playboy Mansion's closets. Hef's boasted a climate-controlled glass chamber just for his smoking-jacket collection. This Playmate's matching cabinet, however, was filled entirely with pink velour Juicy Couture tracksuits. In fact, she wore one -- paired with a sequined bra -- as she conducted her tour; it was her uniform for clubbing, lounging, partying, working out. </p><p>The <a href="http://store.shopbop.com/category.jsp?category=78" target="new">Juicy Couture tracksuit</a> materialized in Los Angeles at some point early last year; by the fall, it was de rigueur attire for every trendy starlet, socialite, stripper, waitress and fashionista wannabe in town. Those with deep pockets (or, in the case of Hef's girlfriend, proximity to deep pockets) don't own just one: Tori Spelling reportedly has one in every color. Nelly Furtado and Jennifer Lopez have worn them in music videos; Lopez loves hers so much that her J.Lo line knocked them off, as did Banana Republic and Old Navy. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/01/14/juicy/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The unexamined thug life</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/11/05/gangtapes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2002 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Makers of an ill-fated indie film about L.A. gangbangers claim that a fear of unruly black audiences has prompted theater owners to shun their work.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since filming of the movie "Gang Tapes" ended, four of its five stars have landed in trouble with the law, primarily for armed robbery. Another cast member couldn't make it to the premiere because he was in jail. Two more actors had friends and relatives who were murdered while the film was being made. </p><p>That may seem like an astonishing streak of bad luck for one movie; but given the circumstances of the casting and filming of "Gang Tapes," the outcome is sadly typical. Shot entirely on digital video, "Gang Tapes" is the story of a group of South Central Los Angeles gang members, one of whom videotapes their activities over the course of one summer. The camera bobs and weaves around the gang as they rape, rob and deal crack, leaving a wide swath of death and devastation in their wake. Directed by a Los Angeles Police Department reserve officer, the film featured a cast of mostly novice actors and local gang members who improvised action and dialogue using their own experience as a resource. What resulted is a disturbing depiction of inner-city gang life -- a fictional film that feels as real as a documentary. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/11/05/gangtapes/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brother, can you spare a dime for my Gucci bills?</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/10/02/karyn/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2002 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cyber-begging fuels the new philanthropy, in which brand, beauty and instant karma matter most in raising funds.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In June of this year, Karyn Bosnak bounced a $59 check at a grocery store. She was officially broke -- unable to scrape up enough cash to get to work. Karyn looked rich: She was a television producer, earned $900 a week and lived in a stylish apartment in Brooklyn with a closetful of Gucci and Louis Vuitton. But she also had a $20,221.40 credit card bill (thanks mainly to the aforementioned Gucci), an empty savings account, and now, the fee for a bounced check. </p><p>That night, Karyn decided that it was time for a change. So she did what any 29-year-old, marketing-savvy woman might do if she had $20,221.40 in debt and no easy way to pay it back: She built a Web site, and simply asked people to help her out by sending her a buck or two. </p><p>Four months later, Karyn Bosnak is the world's most successful Internet panhandler: At last count, she had paid off nearly $17,000 of her debt, thanks to donations of $1 to $1,000 from the thousands of strangers who have taken pity on her. Her Web site, <a href="http://www.savekaryn.com" target="new">SaveKaryn.com,</a> has been visited by more than a million people; she's been featured on the "Today" show and in People magazine; she's been offered a book deal and a movie contract. Life is suddenly looking up for a woman who, just months ago, was "depressed and freaked out" by her financial straits. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/10/02/karyn/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My past life as a dog</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/09/30/palmo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2002 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ For 12 years, Buddhist nun Tenzin Palmo meditated alone in a tiny cave in Tibet. Now she wants to elevate the status of other Buddhist women, believed to be reincarnated as females as punishment for past mistakes.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> There is, on Page 722 in the September Vogue, a red bag that captures the spirit and perversity of America's new devotion to Buddhism. It is a "yoga mat carrier" designed by Marc Jacobs, a white-hot couturier, with supermodel Christy Turlington, for her company Nuala, which makes Buddhism-inspired clothing and is devoted to the creation, through retail, of "symbiosis between the outer and inner being, the individual and collective experience." The bag costs $350 -- serious money for an accessory, but a small price, perhaps, for symbiosis. </p><p>On the opposite side of the world, in Tibet, British-born Buddhist nun Tenzin Palmo practices a less ostentatious form of spirituality. For 12 years, the 59-year-old lived in a cave high in the Himalayas, meditating and chanting and doing her own yoga in a 6-foot-square hole in a mountain. That $350 would have kept her in lentils for well over a year. Now, after coming down from her cave, Palmo could use the money for the nunnery she founded in hopes of reversing Buddhism's patriarchal traditions. It is a place that Palmo hopes will help her reinstate an entire lost lineage of female Tibetan spiritual leaders. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/09/30/palmo/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trial by public humiliation</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/08/21/public_shame_2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Aug 2002 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some birth mothers in Florida must publish their sexual histories in local newspapers if they wish to place their child for private adoption.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> The newspaper ad identifies the mother by name. It says that she has blond hair and blue eyes, weighs 140 pounds and is 5 feet 6 inches tall. Her baby, the ad says, was conceived sometime in September 2001 and the father is unknown, but the mother did have sex that month with an unknown man in Tallahassee, Fla. If that man wants to claim the child, now is the time to step forward. </p><p>The ad, which appeared in the Tallahassee Democrat, is one of hundreds of similar notices that have appeared in Florida newspapers since last October, when state legislators passed a new statute governing adoption. The humiliating personal snapshots of one-night stands and regrettable sexual escapades are now required by law when a woman who wants to give up a child for private adoption does not have paternal consent or doesn't know who the father is. The state requires that the ads be published in local papers in an attempt to notify fathers of impending adoptions, giving them a chance to claim their children. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/08/21/public_shame_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Summers at Camp Ethnicity</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/08/12/heritage_camp/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Aug 2002 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Are camps for foreign adoptees just a place for their parents to exorcise white guilt, or do they help the kids develop pride, cope with prejudice and get in touch with their roots?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> It's a humid Friday at the YMCA of the Rockies, and the afternoon activities at East Indian Heritage Camp are just getting underway. In a windowless conference room, a group of third-graders -- all adopted, all born in India -- are sitting on the floor watching a video called "Families in India" while chewing on pretzels. On the TV screen, a little Indian boy is explaining how his family makes dinner, as his mother sits on her haunches over an open fire and shapes naan bread with her hands. If the kids are aware that this is the modest life they might be living had circumstances been different -- if they hadn't been given up for adoption, if they had stayed in India -- their faces don't show it. They fidget and fiddle, paying very little attention to the domestic drama onscreen. In this group, self-awareness appears -- at least for the moment -- to be limited to immediate needs. </p><p>"We want more pretzels!" they cry out to their counselor. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/08/12/heritage_camp/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vin Diesel is hot</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/08/09/vin_hot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2002 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I know lusting after this big ugly hunk of a man is ridiculous -- but it's not just physical. Really.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vin Diesel is not a likely icon of lust. He is a big, ugly hunk of a man with dubious acting skills and the growling Brooklyn accent of a mechanic. He's best known for a string of big-budget B movies -- <a href="/ent/movies/review/2000/02/18/pitch/">"Pitch Black,"</a> <a href="/ent/movies/review/ 2001/06/22/fast_furious/">"The Fast and the Furious"</a> -- with ludicrous premises and even worse dialogue. Yet he's suddenly commanding upwards of $11 million a picture; and if his latest film, <a href="/ent/movies/review/2002/08/09/diesel">"XXX,"</a> is the hit it's supposed to be, he's essentially Hollywood's hottest new star. Most curious of all, however, this ridiculous actor exudes some kind of magnetic draw on my friends, girlfriends and -- oh dear -- even myself. </p><p>It's bad, this Vin thing. An otherwise reasonable friend of mine -- the erudite director of a nonprofit, not typically prone to bouts of teenage swoon -- recently told me that she had the hots for Diesel. "He's just a raw hunk of a man," she said, a mild expression of embarrassment flickering across her face. "You know: Pull my hair and make love to me!" </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/08/09/vin_hot/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Reno</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/07/18/reno_interview/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jul 2002 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Latino lesbian comedian detonates a series of explosive observations about patriotism, the Bush administration and John Walker Lindh.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The comedian Reno -- just Reno, like just Madonna -- is the kind of person who complains about an attack of laryngitis that's been bothering her and then blithely lights up a cigar. She is the kind of citizen who can be devastated by the collapse of the World Trade Center towers just a few blocks from her home, and then take the stage a month later to unleash biting comedy about the event. In her politics and her private life she juxtaposes fear, sadness or fragility with unstinting criticism and humor. </p><p>And it works. At least as far as her stage show, <a href="http://www.citizenreno.com/rebel.html" target="new">"Rebel Without a Pause,"</a> is concerned. With its debut in October, Reno became one of the first comedians to attempt to tease humor out of the events surrounding Sept.&nbsp;11. She says she conceived the show -- which is part memoir, part profane satire that dismantles just about every aspect of the political system -- as a way to exorcise her emotions. Tidbits from the unrelenting commentary include her description of the emergency food drops in Afghanistan -- "If the bombs don't get them, the sugar will" -- and an unforgiving take on George W. Bush's public speaking style -- "Like a drunk trying to look sober." </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/07/18/reno_interview/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>L is for lawsuit</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/07/12/parents_rule/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jul 2002 19:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Angry that little Johnny flunked, increasing numbers of parents are suing teachers.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> One of the students in Elizabeth Joice's senior English class at Sunrise Mountain High School in Peoria, Ariz., was flirting with failure. In fact, it was much more than a dalliance -- she was flunking. The student, whose name Joice wishes to keep private, had plagiarized a test, skipped classes, failed assignments and even missed a make-up session that might have allowed her to raise her grade. Joice had been sending notices to the girl's parents since April, warning them about the failing grade; and both the girl and her parents had met with assorted district administrators, counselors and Joice herself. But it was all to no avail: It was almost graduation, the girl had blown too many tests, and she wasn't going to walk. </p><p>Imagine Joice's surprise then, when on May 22, just one day before senior graduation, she received a letter from a lawyer representing the girl's family. The family felt that the teacher had graded unfairly, the letter said; they believed that their daughter hadn't been given enough of a chance, and unless Joice took "whatever action is necessary to correct this situation" they were going to file a lawsuit. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/07/12/parents_rule/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When the drug war invades the chess club</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/06/28/boyd_interview/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jun 2002 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ACLU lawyer Graham Boyd discusses the impact of Thursday's Supreme Court decision to allow drug testing of students who participate in extracurricular school activities.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> On Thursday, the Supreme Court <a href="http://caselaw.lp.findlaw.com/scripts/getcase.pl?court=US&vol=000&invol=01-332&friend=nytimes " target="new">ruled</a> 5-4 in the case of the Board of Education vs. Earls that it is "reasonable" under the Fourth Amendment to randomly administer drug tests to all high school students who participate in extracurricular activities. In other words, it is now perfectly legal for a school to force a cheerleader or the president of the chess club to pee in a cup -- anytime -- to keep their membership in after-school programs. </p><p>The decision didn't come as a surprise. During oral arguments on the case in March, several Supreme Court justices expressed strong support for student drug testing. At one point, Justice Antonin Scalia taunted Graham Boyd, the ACLU lawyer who argued the case on behalf of defendant Lindsay Earls: "So long as you have a bunch of druggies who are orderly in class, the school can take no action. That's what you want us to rule?" At another juncture, Justice Anthony Kennedy asked Boyd a hypothetical question about whether a district could have two schools, one a "druggie school" and one with drug testing. As for the first, Justice Kennedy said, "no parent would send a child to that school, except maybe your client." (Earls, a former honor student at Tecumseh High School in Oklahoma, had objected to drug testing as an intrusion on her right to privacy.) </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/06/28/boyd_interview/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Porn provocateur</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/06/20/lizzy_borden/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2002 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lizzy Borden, whose ultraviolent films feature women being beaten, raped and doused in vomit, insists that she is a gender pioneer whose repellent movies are morality tales.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> The most reviled woman in pornography stands before me, a 25-year-old bleached blond in tattered floral house slippers. On the cover of a catalog for <a href="http://www.extremeassociates.com" target="new">Extreme Associates,</a> the porn film company she runs with her husband, Rob Black, director Lizzy Borden wears spider-web tights and a skull-and-bones T-shirt that she accessorizes with a malicious grin and impressively pneumatic breasts. But in the privacy of her own office -- a cramped cinderblock warehouse covered with posters of naked women and autographed Hulk Hogan photographs -- she wears sweat pants and a Quiksilver T-shirt, with no visible makeup and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Plus, the slippers. </p><p>"I'm totally bloated today," she tells me, sounding more like an awkward teen than a porn movie maven. "Don't take any photographs!" </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/06/20/lizzy_borden/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here come the buns</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/28/booty_call_2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 May 2002 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Butt cleavage is not just for the plumber anymore.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> Just a few years ago, it was considered in bad taste to reveal your butt crack. Getting cheeky was an icky faux pas reserved for plumbers and the odd teenage boy with unresolved pant-to-boxer issues. Now, however, the tender cleft is in your face. Girls in low-slung jeans sit insouciantly on bar stools, "presenting" their rears like primates in heat. The jeans tug downwards, the butt balloons upwards, and at least an inch of crack blooms above the belt loops. Some have tattoos just above the crack, a titillating invitation to stare. Others brandish g-strings, which ride above the waistband -- a hint of Monica Lewinsky. </p><p>The posterior has, intentionally or not, recently become the focal point of fashion and pop culture alike: The butt crack is the new cleavage, reclaimed to peek seductively from the pants of supermodels and commoners alike. Blame it on J.Lo and the rise of booty-centric hip-hop culture; or point your finger at the return of the low-rise jean, a familiar fashion rehash that has exposed millions of unwitting lower clefts. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/28/booty_call_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smoke a joint and your future is McDonald&#8217;s</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/20/aid_denial/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2002 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A federal law passed in a burst of drug war fervor denies financial aid to the country's neediest students.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> America loves a happy ending: The prisoner on the brink of release decides it's time to straighten out and go to college; the addict gets himself off drugs and becomes a community leader; the teenager grows up and gets responsible. Rebounding from a troubled past is a great American tradition, rewarded even with the highest post in the nation: President George W. Bush is a former alcoholic turned born-again Christian turned world leader. </p><p>Chris Berry wanted to be the subject of one of those stories. A factory worker in his 20s with a wife and four kids, he was caught and convicted of possession of marijuana several times before he decided it was time to go to college and get on with his life. But he needed financial aid to afford an education; and this, unfortunately, was where his plans went awry. Thanks to a provision in the Higher Education Act -- a federal law governing the funding of public colleges and universities, as well as student financial aid -- Berry discovered that he was ineligible for federal aid because of his prior drug convictions. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/20/aid_denial/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Napster&#8217;s wake</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/17/napster_wake/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2002 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The company that launched a thousand rips may be dead, but the movement it launched continues to thrive -- and to make a mockery of the music industry's pathetic online offerings.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If there is anything really surprising about the implosion of Napster this week, it's that the company wasn't already dead. To most casual observers of the MP3 movement, Napster hadn't really existed since last July, anyway, when lawsuits forced it to shutter its doors and rethink its service. </p><p>Industry insiders still hoped that Napster would rise again, with a legal product that had the record industry's stamp of approval; and a dwindling staff stuck around for almost a year, tinkering with the beta version of software that the public never saw and to which the record industry obstinately refused to license its music. By the beginning of 2002, funding was running out and the end seemed imminent. </p><p>Bertelsmann, which had already invested $85 million in the company, offered to pick up Napster's pieces for $15 to $20 million, but a bickering board of directors -- John Fanning, the uncle of youthful Napster founder Shawn Fanning; and his nemeses, investor John Hummer and former CEO Hank Barry -- couldn't agree on the sale. On Tuesday, Shawn Fanning and CEO Konrad Hilbers resigned; and the company announced "substantial additional lay-offs." (On Friday, after this story was first published, Bertelsmann announced that it was <a target="new" href="http://news.com.com/2100-1023-916774.html">acquiring the remnants of Napster</a> for $8 million, and that Hilbers and Shawn Fanning would remain on board.) </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/17/napster_wake/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A new stunt to stunt growth</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/13/graduation_2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2002 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[New restrictions on high school graduation go further to infantilize teenagers in the hope of making them perfect adults.  
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> If there is one burning desire that carries high school seniors through their last year of school, that forces their eyes open at ungodly hours and carries them in a fog to class, it is the desire for freedom. To be free is the core ambition; "eat my dust" is the mantra of the hormonal herd as graduation draws near. </p><p>Unless you are a senior in San Fernando Valley. </p><p>In eight San Fernando Valley high schools -- District C of the Los Angeles Unified High School District -- seniors are required to sign up for some kind of post-secondary education if they want to don a cap and gown and receive a diploma with the rest of their class. Those who are so shiftless, so without focus or ambition that they will take a year off, or perhaps, the rest of their lives off, to travel, or work, or read and eat snack foods, are allowed to graduate, but they must do so in private, and perhaps in shame, for there will be no seat on the stage for these laggards in San Fernando Valley high schools. </p><p>As for the whiners, the civil libertarians, the no-account kids who would complain: The district wishes to inform you that you haven't got a leg to stand on. Because the policy -- started at Grant High School in 1987, widened in March 2001 to reach eight district schools -- works. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/13/graduation_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jeff Probst is not an idiot</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/08/probst/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 May 2002 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The weather-beaten host of "Survivor" talks about his debut indie film, "Finder's Fee," and why no one takes him seriously.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> Jeff Probst, the beefcake host of "Survivor," is more than a weather-beaten brow, a pair of neatly pressed khakis and a smugly knowing grin. He's an independent film director. </p><p>Probst's debut as a writer/director, "Finder's Fee," is currently touring the independent film festival circuit, and it's a genuinely enjoyable film. "Finder's Fee" debuted at the Seattle Film Festival last spring, where it won the top award; it played again at the Sonoma Valley Film Festival in mid-April, where Probst won another award for being a "breakthrough director." </p><p>The movie tells the story of a broke guy in his 20s who discovers a wallet containing a winning lottery ticket worth $3 million and has to decide what to do. It features name actors like James Earl Jones and Robert Forster and is deftly written for a first feature. And even though the film was written and cast before Probst began working on "Survivor," "Finder's Fee" bears a certain resemblance to the TV show: Both ponder what happens to morals and integrity when confronted with large quantities of cold, hard cash. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/08/probst/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why drug tests flunk</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/04/22/drug_testing/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2002 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If the Supreme Court rules in favor of drug testing in public schools, will students come clean? Kids at schools in Indiana, where drug tests rule, say no way.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> According to the students at rural Rushville Consolidated High School, there are a dozen ways to pass a drug test. You can march down to the local video store and buy a packet of "Karma" urine-cleansing powder. You can toss salt in your urine sample or drop in a strand of hair coated with hairspray. More often than not, it's simply a matter of choosing the right <i>kinds</i> of drugs, say the teens -- Ecstasy and alcohol disappear from your system within hours; marijuana can take up to 30 days. </p><p>Some of these methods -- such as the hairspray and the salt -- sound more mythic than magic, but whatever the kids are doing, it seems to work. The drug testing vans roll up to the Rushville campus every few weeks, and 25 students are randomly asked to produce a urine sample; yet hardly anybody is ever caught with drugs in their system. And it's not because they aren't doing drugs. </p><p>"I'd guess 75 percent of my class has tried marijuana," senior Adam Sadler says, sitting outside the cafeteria during a sunny lunchtime in April; his friends, perhaps trying to impress, estimate even higher. "A lot of kids do drugs at this school; though it kind of depends on who you are," one says. "The thing is to just make sure you pass the tests." </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/04/22/drug_testing/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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