Slings and arrows of outrageous cliches
Start with Hamlet, then do whatever you want with it.
the slings and arrows of life in the theater:
A rose by any another name would smell as…gimmicky. Apparently the Stratford Festival, the celebrated Canadian classical theater festival on which my TV drug of choice (“Slings & Arrows”) is based, is changing its name to stick the Bard into the title.
About Freaks and Geeks:
but don't we all remember the slings and arrows of teen life and carry them with us for the rest of our days in ways large and small?
I can think of only one great body which seems immune to slings and arrows. Year after year, and decade after decade, the National Trust sails on, its oak leaf symbol apparently secure in our regard and affection.
The vanity of baby boomers as they cope with the slings and arrows of aging can be a tricky matter.
So in my perfect world when Howard loses the election some time in October he will suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous blame for losing.
As strong as women actually are – they grow and nurture the children, they survive the piggish slings and arrows of amorous, instinctual males – society loves to turn them into Cupie Doll drones, waiting for “daddy” or “big brother” to step in and rescue them.
Linux kernal hackers:
Apparently, you need to be a brave soul, one immune to the slings and arrows of critics, to post to that list.
Noble Homer would suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune in every episode, but, with the promise of nothing more than a doughnut, would always rise to fight another day.
Catherine Zeta Jones movie:
This time, the star is not a rat-wunderkind who rides in the hair of a teenage boy but an uncompromising Ayn Rand purist who would rather blow up a building (or stab a raw steak into a table, but same difference) than suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous patrons.