From laptops to cocktail crafters, smartphones to home workout machines, this is the editor-approved tech that's worth investing in.
We, the tech experts at Esquire, have had a busy year ourselves, searching far and wide to bring the best and brightest tech to our readers for the 2021 Esquire Gadget Awards. How'd we narrow the search down? As long as a gadget was released or received a massive update after the 2020 Esquire Gadget Awards, we viewed it as a candidate. Then, we considered the gadget's other features, including but not limited to technical prowess, cost, accessibility, moxy, and that secret *it* factor as determined by a series of mystery judges (just us after a few drinks). Basically, we tested it, and if we thought it was cool and worked really well, we slapped it with a fitting award. So, from label makers to cocktail crafters, smartphones to home workout machines, these are hands-down the hottest gadgets your silver can buy you this holiday season. You want Apple Watches, AirPods, iPads, MacBooks, and Beats? You can get them now, for much less. The mainstay brand has partnered with the vintage specialist on a collection of 18 top-notch timepieces, and Esquire has the first look. "What is the power of my body?" wonders Emily Ratajkowski in her new collection of essays. "Is it ever my power?" This is the animating question of My Body, a blistering debut by the superstar model, entrepreneur, actress, and now author. These essays make for a gutting memoir of the objectification and misogyny Ratajkowski has experienced, both personally and professionally, as well as a searing work of cultural criticism about sexuality, power, fame, and consumption. But if you're looking to Ratajkowski for answers, she doesn't have them. "I don't know how to solve patriarchy," Ratajkowski told Esquire. "I don't know how to solve capitalism. I wish that I had the answers." My Body isn't a manifesto, but rather a portrait of a person sorting through the questions of a lifetime about politics, power, and selfhood. It's also the awakening of a fiercely talented writer. The Bond of Ian Fleming's novels drank an alarming amount, and his consumption included much more than martinis. Because you wouldn't dare serve the cocktail in anything but hammered copper (copper straws included!). One of the most easily understood, but almost never enacted, concepts in environmental protection is that you should clean up your own mess. Your oil company poisons the groundwater, or your pipeline bursts in someone else's pasture, you pay to make the folks whole again. How is this not the simplest form of justice short of a punch in the nose? Yet, the extraction industries have spent millions of dollars, and thousands of billable hours, devising ways to stick the American taxpayer with the bill for their malfeasance—or, at the very least, tennis-shoe'ing their own responsibility by ducking into bankruptcy, or into a maze of shell corporations and offshore holding companies. |
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