Historically maligned by cocktail snobs, the dirty martini has finally received due respect.
The early days of my relationship with the dirty martini were complex. I craved the easy sophistication that a martini conjured, but my postcollege self wasn't ready for its stone-cold booziness. Few in their early twenties have dealt with enough adult life to appreciate the martini's ability to make you forget that you now have to deal with adult life. A dirty martini, however? That wisp of olive brine alongside gin and vermouth made the drink downright quaffable and fun, even though it still looked like the thing that grown-ups who had a mortgage and a dinner jacket drank. It became a go-to when I felt the need to flex some faux refinement. |
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You'll gladly sleep on for the rest of your life. Period. |
| If you're going to allege a conspiracy against you, it helps not to sound like some guy on a street corner. |
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After five long years spent developing, writing, and filming the most expensive television series of all time, 'Rings of Power' showrunners J.D. Payne and Patrick McKay have finally reached the end of the road—of Season One, anyway. The explosive Season One finale, full of sound, fury, and shocking reveals, has been a massive undertaking years in the making, but Payne and McKay are only just getting started. As Tolkien himself would tell us, "the road goes ever on and on"—four more seasons lie ahead, meaning that for the next decade, Payne and McKay know where they'll be hanging their hats. "We were both ready to make that commitment and make that sacrifice," Payne says, Zooming with Esquire alongside McKay. "It certainly has not disappointed us. It's been the joy of a lifetime." |
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Of all the Sherlock Holmes books, the first short story collection is the best, most romantic, and most intelligent of them all. |
| From classic jump scares to psychological horror, these films are sure to keep you awake at night. |
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Ihave never written about my chest, which seems bizarre given that I'm a writer and I process everything by writing about it. I've been living in this body for 34 years, and had the tissue I'm having removed for roughly 21 of them. During those 21 years I've taken dozens of workshops and written hundreds of pages. I've written about my relationship with my grandmother, my experience in locker rooms, my love for Bruce Springsteen. I've written about my feelings on marriage, my performance anxiety, a particularly memorable Greyhound bus ride. I've spent a year and a half in an MFA program, where all I do is write. And yet: I've never written about my chest. Not for the nineteen years I've been thinking about having this surgery. |
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