The receptionist seemed genuinely taken aback when I declined whiskey. It was 11am on a weekday.
Gentlemen, warmer temperatures are here, and we need to address the state of our feet. The wearing of flip-flops and shower shoes has transcended the pool party and spread into the grocery store, the airport, the restaurant. Places that were once the domain of whole-foot shoes are now places where you have to look at the back part of someone's heel—that special area where even the most fastidious gentleman looks like an ostrich. It is our responsibility to the world to put our best feet forward. But I have good news for you, my dude: it is finally safe for you to get a pedicure. To prep for new summer arrivals, Huckberry is dropping prices on everything in its sale shop through May 22. It's lightweight, easy to carry, and—most importantly—a pleasure to sit in for a spell. Maybe you heard that Harry Styles has put out an album about being in love—specifically, with actress-director Olivia Wilde. The two have been papped at weddings and on yachts. Videos of her dancing at his shows have gone viral. He's starring in a movie she is helming, Don't Worry Darling, releasing this fall. And it is true that the singer's new album, Harry's House, out now, is full of mush, gush, and goo. "You know I love you baby," he wails, shimmying bassline behind him, on opening song "Music For a Sushi Restaurant." On the swanky "Cinema," he admits, "I just think you're cool." (Moments later, a new lover's doubt creeps in: "Do you think I'm cool too/Or am I too into you?") The strutting "Late Night Talking" sees Styles promising comfort in the face of a broken camera or a stubbed toe. You heard wrong, all the same. Whether you're craving workplace satires, technological horror stories, or memory-bending mysteries, this list will scratch your Lumon itch. Tinder Swindlers, murder, and yes, food. So much food. It wasn't long after Ryan moved in that it happened again. This was the sixth home he and I had shared–there were three dorms in college, then two houses off-campus and in the four years that we lived together, we were burglarized four times. Years later, in our shared apartment far away from college, it seemed that either our bad luck had returned, or worse–whoever'd been breaking into our homes had finally come back to finish the job. |
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