(Is it any wonder that there's something Oedipal to this kind of writing?) In his performance Mr. Hurt seems to have taken some cues from James Gandolfini in playing the brutal, immortal lunkhead.
I'm not suggesting anything that poisons one's life, or a feud that traverses generations – but a healthy distance for people who have caused hurt seems perfectly reasonable.
Plenty of suburbanites have felt the squeeze, but the economic hurt seems concentrated in the north-eastern "Iron Range" ("Talk about steel imports and it really gets them going," says Tim Penny, a former Independence Party candidate for governor), and in rural areas.
The idea that you might one day be grateful for your disappointment and hurt seems unthinkable.
If your anger and hurt seems to be going away or taming then there is hope for your relationship; if it stays the same, then maybe it's best to |walk away.
This and other passages are tinged with the palpable hurt Dunham seemed to feel as her son chose a public identity in which she held a small place.
Whatever the answer, however much it hurt, it seems the suffering might have been worth it.
Though no one is hurt, it seems to be a turning point in their lives.
(Their feelings were hurt, it seems, by her Super Bowl performance, which paid homage to the Black Panthers).
