For thirty-six years, Warren Hern has been one of the few doctors in America to specialize in late abortions.
The young couple flew into Wichita bearing, in the lovely swell of the wife's belly, a burden of grief. They came from a religious tradition where large families are celebrated, and they wanted this baby, and it was very late in her pregnancy. But the doctors recommended abortion. They said that with her complications, there were only two men skilled enough to pull it off. One was George Tiller, a Wichita doctor who specialized in late abortions. They arrived in Wichita on Sunday, May 31. As they drove to their hotel, a Holiday Inn just two blocks from the Reformation Lutheran Church, they saw television cameras. They wondered what was going on, a passing curiosity quickly forgotten. But when they got to their room, the phone was ringing. Her father was on the line. "There was some doctor who was shot who does abortions," he said. They turned on CNN. Dr. Tiller had just been killed, shot in the head as he passed out church leaflets. In their shock, they mixed up the clinic and the church: We were supposed to be there. What if it had happened while we were there? What if he couldn't complete the procedure? Now there is only one doctor left. |
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Elvis Is Shocking, Chaotic, and Very Good |
One of the real pleasures of Baz Luhrmann's movies is that he drives purists round the bend. It's not just that Luhrmann is ambitious but that his ambition has gravitated towards venerated pieces of high-art which gatekeepers of all sorts—some of them film critics—see as desecrated by the director's razzle-dazzle, pell-mell technique. His detractors will never admit it, but that approach has shown a better, more intimate understanding of his sources than academic reverence ever could. Luhrmann's William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet did the essential thing any version of that work must: it made the audience fall in love with its two young lovers and made us believe they couldn't live without each other. The complaints laid against his The Great Gatsby were just embarrassing. Reducing the novel to an anti-materialist screed, the film's detractors showed no feel for what has long drawn readers to the book: the sensation of being given entrée into a glamorous world, and Gatsby's heedless romanticism which in the novel is inseparable from a peculiarly American strain of aspiration. Luhrmann saw the glory in the striving, the beating on against the current Nick Carraway speaks of in the indelible last lines. It is a magnificent film of the greatest American novel. |
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The Gang Gets Their Own Whiskey |
Glenn Howerton wasted no time in telling me exactly how excited he was on a recent phone call. "I'm so fucking excited, I'm losing my mind" were his exact words. "We've been talking about this for so long and I'm excited to finally get it out there into the world." But the It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia star, writer, and executive producer wasn't talking about the show's fifteenth season, making it the longest running live action TV sitcom. Nor was it the project he was recently working on in Canada requiring him to be bald, or even the success of the wildly popular podcast he hosts with fellow Sunny stars and co-creators Rob McElhenney and Charlie Day. No, Howerton was gushing about the new Irish whiskey brand that the gang was about to launch called Four Walls. |
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This Heavyweight Tee Is Proof That a Shirt Should Have Substance |
I started stumbling into adulthood during a peak period for unbelievably thin T-shirts. This was right around the time that bedazzled back pockets were also hitting their high-water mark, and the shirt you'd see above those glittering butts was invariably wispy, airy, and unsubstantial to the point of nearly disappearing. Fabric would cling, then rip. Holes would appear after just a wash or two. Hey, that's fashion—but it's also what made me, for a good chunk of time, not much of a T-shirt guy. I've come all the way around, though. Because now? Now I am very much a T-shirt guy. And the reason for my enthusiastic conversion is simple. Tees beefed up. They got a little meat on their bones. They became substantial. Sturdy. And I love that shit. So naturally, when I got my hands on a T-shirt actually named "The Sturdy Tee," boxes started checking for me right off the bat. Here's why I think it'll do the same for you. |
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The Best Bars in America, 2022 |
It may have been a while since you put on a pair of "nice pants" to go to a bar, but when that very 2022 confluence of joie de vivre and pandemic ennui begins to stir and you hear about a new piano bar with red booths or a semisecret room with Kubrick-level design details or a place that has the best damn Sazerac in the world, you put one leg in after the other and you order yourself a Lyft. Or, hell, hop on the next flight to New Orleans. It is time for the Big Night Out. |
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What You Need to Know For the Post-Roe World |
Maybe you saw it online. Maybe you heard it on NPR. Maybe your girlfriend told you as you lay in bed together scrolling through your phones, her fielding frantic texts from her group chat or checking in on her mom, you reading legal analyses, both of you fluorescent with rage and despairing at the news: This Friday, the Supreme Court overturned the Roe v. Wade decision upholding our constitutional right to abortion. Legal access to safe, common, and often lifesaving medical care disappeared before your eyes. |
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