| | | And Jane Mayer paints the picture well for The New Yorker. | | If you have trouble reading this message, view it in a browser. | | | | |  | | |  | | | | Al Franken's Defenestration Is a Portrait of the Democratic Party | | | | We should get the fundamentals out of the way first: whenever Jane Mayer writes anything for The New Yorker, attention must be paid. On Monday, she hit print and the pixels with a long piece on the defenestration of Al Franken. This is going to roil things up on the Intertoobz and across the electric Twitter machine for a while. Mayer paints a fairly damning portrait of a sadly typical Democratic bail-out on one of its own—not quite at the level of what happened to ACORN or Shirley Sherrod, but not dissimilar in those aspects in which the party flinched before it was hit. Mayer, who co-wrote a book that fairly well blew the whistle on Justice Clarence Thomas, never quite gets to why Franken resigned without the Senate Ethics Committee hearing that was his right, and that he had requested, but she does a good job establishing the political context within which the events unfolded. Read More | | | | | | | | | | | |  | | | | What a Great Weekend to Make an Ass of Yourself Defending the President's Racist Tweets on TV | | | | It was a great weekend to make an ass of yourself defending the president's racist tweets on television. To be clear, "go back to your country" is a top racist slogan. Racists absolutely love it. It's a go-to. The federal government's commission on discrimination in the workplace considers it a quintessential example of racial prejudice. It is not subject to debate among anyone with a grip on reality whether the president's call for four sitting U.S. congresswomen of color to go back to where they came from was racist. Read More | | | | | | | | | | | |  | | | | LG's New Dual Inverter Smart Air Conditioner Is Helping Me Survive the Hellfire of Summer | | | | It's hot. My paper-thin skinny jeans from the Uniqlo discount rack are sealed to my thighs. My feet are on fire and I drank too much rum. Waiting in the suffocating exhaust fumes of a subway stop, I'm dreading the long ride from New York City to my apartment in Brooklyn. Not only is there the chance that the weekend train will be endlessly delayed, but it could be crowded, stinky, or worse—un-air conditioned. I'm dying to get back home. Not because I hate being around people in the summer, but because I've just pulled out my phone and activated my air conditioner from several miles away. And I know, no matter how awful the journey back might be, when I walk into my tiny little apartment, it's going to be cold as ice. Read More | | | | | | | | | | | |  | | | | Hear Me Out: Big Little Lies Needs a Season Three | | | | As HBO's Big Little Lies Season Two came to a conclusion on Sunday night, I found myself feeling a lot like Bonnie: wrapped in an oversized shawl, staring at nothing, thinking about how disappointed I was in myself and everything around me. The powerhouse of a drama seemed to shrug everything that made it so watchable in Season One for lackluster storylines and half-baked character development. In short, the Monterey Five deserved better. Read More | | | | | | | | | | | |  | | | | The 12 Best Chore Coats to Add into Your Fall Jacket Rotation | | | | It's hard to create the perfect jacket. It really is. We're talking about one that you can wear in the in-between seasons as part of your outfit: denim, leather, and bomber jackets, for example. This fall, add chore coat to your list of essential (and perfect) jackets. The style has been slowly creeping back into fashion circles, often in street style outfits that lean into workwear. It's time we all lean in. Read More | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Follow Us | | | | | | | | Unsubscribe Privacy Notice | | | esquire.com
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