The 16 Warmest Hats For Staying Toasty All Winter

Become the hat guy you were always meant to be. If you have trouble reading this message, view it in a browser.       The 16 Warmest Hats Will Keep You Toasty All Winter Long   Winter, and this winter especially, is the best time to embrace your inner hat guy. We've long extolled the virtues of the humble beanie, but the seasonal hat-related excitement shouldn't stop there! Why not rock a baseball cap (in a winter-ready wool or flannel) like you're an old-timey big leaguer slowly plodding out to the field after conspicuously ripping half a pack of cigarettes in the dugout? Or fully freak it and reach for the type of furry trapper hat you might've worn if you were born a few centuries earlier to a family of rugged outdoorsmen (ha!) looking to hunt down an elk before breakfast. In this age of actor slash this and creative director slash that, why not be a man who literally wears many hats, no hyphen needed? This winter, be the hat guy. Here's where to start. 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Hell, Newt Gingrich called the two of them out on the electric Twitter machine on Thursday morning. Yes, Dr. Frankenstein, you left the lab unlocked. Here's Charles P. Pierce on the latest. Read More           50+ Gifts That'll Make You Mom's Favorite   Making sure your mom knows every second of every day how much you appreciate her—how much you've relied on her over the years, from the time she was hauling you around in the backseat of the family Subaru to the day before yesterday, when she texted you a video of the family pup because she knew it'd brighten your afternoon—is your number-one priority as a son or daughter. That's where a good gift comes in, whether the occasion is a birthday, an anniversary, or Christmas. Maybe it's a sentimental tribute to the family she's built. Maybe it's a cool gadget to keep up with her busy life. Maybe all that matters is that it comes from her favorite kid (you, obviously). Whatever the case, it'll be here on our list of 50 great gift ideas for all moms. Read More           The Smart Stick Vacuum That'll Actually Make You Want to Clean   This, here, is a smart vacuum. That means it senses how much dirt is on the ground and amps up the motor to tackle especially disgusting shit. Meaning, no re-vacuuming the same spot 30 times in vain. And because it's smart, of course it's got a companion app, where you can get notifications about how its functioning, what might be blocking airflow, and how much dust you've cleaned up (this is a gross but satisfying statistic). While you're using it, two features that'll make a world of difference are the main brush head's headlights—like a car illuminating the road ahead, except that road is the denlike corner behind the nightstand—and the trigger lock, which eases off the stress on your index finger for longer runs. You wouldn't think to care about these quirks, until you've got a vacuum that has them. Here's Esquire's Sarah Rense on why the vacuum earned our latest Esquire Endorsement. Read More           Our Favorite Cast Iron Dutch Oven Just Got Marked Down by Nearly $200   In the 45 years that Staub has been making cast iron Dutch ovens—or cocottes, as the French company calls them—it's established itself as one of the best brands in the game. The enamel bottom heats fully and the cast iron disperses that heat evenly through the pot and lid, ensuring a slow, all-encompassing cook for every last carrot, beef tip, and potato. On the underside of the lid, you'll find little nobs of cast iron, which are designed to collect condensation from cooking and release it back into the food. You know—and I don't use this word to be gross—for optimal moistness. Throw the Dutch oven in the oven for a few hours or heat it on the stove. Either way, it's just about impossible to screw up a meal, no matter how hesitant you are to call yourself a cook. And you can do it, now, for just $99. Read More           Marlon Wayans Isn't Hollywood's Little Brother Anymore   "In Hollywood, I'm everyone's little brother," Wayans tells Esquire's Gabrielle Bruney in our Winter issue. Sometimes that meant Chris Rock busting his chops at a movie premiere. But more importantly, it meant writing and producing multiple hit movies with his older brothers at a time when opportunities for Black filmmakers were even harder-won than they are today. And it gave him the freedom to demonstrate his skills as a dramatic actor, as he did in Darren Aronofsky's 2000 classic Requiem for a Dream. Today, at forty-eight, Hollywood's little brother is all grown up. With three decades of show business under his belt, Wayans is considering the legacy of the trailblazing comedy empire he and his family built from the ground up. He's also embarking on the next phase of his career, appearing in Sofia Coppola's ode to upper-crust malaise On the Rocks (streaming now on Apple TV+), as well as the upcoming Aretha Franklin biopic, Respect. Given his extensive comedy career, Wayans has had to fight to be seen as a dramatic actor. "I don't think I'll have to fight as much after On the Rocks and Respect," he says. With roles these, the forty-eight-year-old is breaking into a dramatic second act—he tells us how it feels. Read More         Read More on Esquire.com       Follow Us     Unsubscribe  Privacy Notice   esquire.com ©2020 Hearst Communications Inc. All Rights Reserved. Hearst Email Privacy, 300 W 57th St., Fl. 19 (sta 1-1), New York, NY 10019