"Talk Dirty To Me": A Bedroom Challenge |
"Talk dirty to me," Karen whispered, her brown eyes on the bar table between us. Aside from being articulate, eccentric, and funny, she was a stone knockout; for the last month, I'd been scrambling just to feel worthy. Now she'd upped the ante. "Come on," she repeated with a grin. "Say something dirty." Ooh, I said to myself, this is gonna be great. I've never done it, but I bet I'm good at it. I quickly thought through some naughty openers—discarded one as crassly vulgar, tried on another, almost blurted out something smarmy. And still she was waiting—holding my hand, smiling. But what vocabulary, even? After a normal misogynistic pubescence, I spent six years at the most PC campus in America. My sexual soul, I realized, had become the epitome of puritanical self-dividedness: On the one hand, a monster of violent vulgarity; on the other, a pussyfooting, self-hating weenie. I had no middle ground between "Blow me," and "Excuse me, feel free to say no, but I was wondering if it might be all right for me to kiss you?" |
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Tiffany Dover Was Never Dead |
When a nurse manager named Tiffany Dover got the vaccine in Chattanooga, Tennessee, it started out unremarkably. Her sleeve went up, the shot went in, and she went over to the local news cameras to take questions. She talked about how excited she was to get the vaccine, having worked in the hospital's Covid unit. She paused. "I'm sorry, I'm feeling really dizzy," she said, putting her hand on her forehead. Then, she fainted. "The second it happened, I just knew it was going to be really, really bad," says NBC News senior reporter Brandy Zadrozny, who watched over a live feed as Dover collapsed. "It was a beautiful nurse caught fainting on video. I knew it was just going to fulfill the dreams of anti-vaxxers and conspiracy theorists. And it did." |
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The 26 True Crime Books Everyone Needs to Read |
True crime is all around us, these days. From podcasts to television shows to movies and conventions, it's practically in the air we breathe. It's the true crime junkies' world—we're all just living in it. In these excellent books, we're reminded that true crime does not simply consist of a neatly constructed narrative with a criminal mastermind and heroic detectives and ideal victims. Life, and crimes, are so much messier than that. We've rounded up some of our favorites, which cover a wide swath of crimes highlighting a wide swath of societal origins and implications. |
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The Rag & Bone Manston Jacket Is a Cult Classic You Need in Your Closet |
During the crisp in-between seasons, the sunny mornings of spring and dim forenoons of fall, a light jacket is essential. I have myriad options hanging in my closet, from jean jackets to chore coats, but the best of 'em, the topper ideal for my early-morning jaunt, is the bomber jacket, a tried-and-true classic with cinematic qualities. It is a star. And the one that shines the brightest is Rag & Bone's Manston. For the past few weeks, ever since I got my hands on the jacket, it has been my companion, a foolproof top layer for when I head out to get my two cups of joe. Here's why. |
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We Asked Scorsese and Coppola to Review Each Other's Careers |
Martin Scorsese: My Favorite Coppola Movie There are certain films in the history of cinema that seem to capture the collective imagination worldwide. They become milestones, reference points for all other works before and after. Their virtues rely on masterful storytelling as well as on the epic scale of their subject matter. The Godfather saga, in its three parts, is one of these creations—a monumental work that has haunted me for years. Constructed like a symphony and directed by a master as a great conductor directs his orchestra, it reaches its highest points of lyricism, for me, in The Godfather, Part II—my favorite of Francis Ford Coppola's pictures. |
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Please, Don't Call Me "Big Guy" |
Most days, I handle it with a laugh and a little eye twitch. Other days, when I'm not in a good mood at the grocery store, I bite back, and I feel bad afterward. I don't think anyone uses Big Guy with malice. It's generally reserved for two occasions: the comically hyperbolic (typically when addressing a baby or a small dog) and, more commonly, as a moniker for the actual big guy in the room. Big Guy is a nice way of calling a man "physically comfortable." Large, in a nonmuscular way. A Big Guy is supposed to be the fat and friendly person who brings the party. Billy Bob from Varsity Blues or Chris Farley on SNL. It's the husky jeans of pet names. |
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