It's the sex-adjacent scandal our culture deserves.
In the September issue of Esquire, I held forth on our current listless national mood, our inability to give our best in this post-but-not-really-Covid, post-yet-still-somehow-mid-Trump moment. It is our Great American Quarterassening; it finally has its first major scandal; that scandal is disappointing, and it's not even the thing about people marinating chicken in NyQuil. No, this week our phones buzzed with what we must now call shrug notifications, as Maroon 5 lead singer Adam Levine was repeatedly accused of sending flirty text messages to a series of women who are not his wife. |
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| "We are extremely disappointed to have the details of our next game shared with you all in this way," Rockstar Games wrote after its internal Slack was allegedly breached. |
| CBS News's Vladimir Duthiers spent more than 15 hours reporting from Queen Elizabeth II's funeral. Here's what he didn't share on TV. |
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Mike Birbiglia wants to apologize. The AirBnB he is staying in while he is in Los Angeles for a run of performances of his new show, 'The Old Man and the Pool', has been making a mysterious chirping sound. "The comedy bits are not written," he jokes, a sly reference to the irritating, everyday moments that often fuel his observational humor. "I just record my life and then edit it down." He seems a little wired and unable to relax. I assure him multiple times I cannot hear the noise and that also, I get it. If I'd fallen "down an AirBnB rabbit hole for seven hours" like Birbiglia did during his lodging hunt, I'd want the place I chose to be free of irksome squeaks too. This brings me to an important question: "Why didn't you just stay in a hotel?" Birbiglia nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. "It's a health thing," he says, settling into his chair. "Not unrelated to the themes of the show, actually." |
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It's the Rolls-Royce of espresso machines for a reason, and the deal is just as legit. |
| For autumn attire, the not-so-humble hooded sweatshirt is still the reigning champ. |
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On a remote island in Maine, a group of friends thought they witnessed one man killing another with an ax. But no one was ever arrested. In a small town far out at sea, justice sometimes works a little differently. |
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