On Tuesday, Rep. Kevin McCarthy, the putative leader of the Republican House caucus, began moving into the speaker's office. Later, of course, the House voted for speaker, and McCarthy lost three times. Which is when McCarthy's transparent and predictably maladroit attempt to create a fait accompli via office furniture came to the beady-eyed attention of Rep. Matt Gaetz, one of McCarthy's most implacable opponents. He dashed off a WTF? letter to the architect of the Capitol.
On Tuesday, Rep. Kevin McCarthy, the putative leader of the Republican House caucus, began moving into the speaker's office. Later, of course, the House voted for speaker, and McCarthy lost three times. Which is when McCarthy's transparent and predictably maladroit attempt to create a fait accompli via office furniture came to the beady-eyed attention of Rep. Matt Gaetz, one of McCarthy's most implacable opponents. He dashed off a WTF? letter to the architect of the Capitol. |
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The only thing better than a good head on your shoulders is a good bag. |
| Coop's supportive extra layer offers five inches of pure comfort that even regulates your body temperature. |
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Adapting a beloved novel is not easy—let alone one as distinctly stylized, tonally bipolar, and relentlessly digressive as Don DeLillo's seminal work of postmodern literature, 1985's White Noise. Jack (or, J.A.K., as he's known at school) Gladney's first-person account of a year at the College on the Hill turned upside down by an airborne toxic event is a grim, farcical meditation on the inescapability of death. It's also about the universal impossibility of suppressing the fear of our mortality—try as we might with the distractions of consumerism, family life, and mass media. Yeah, not exactly the stuff of Marvel movies. So you have to give it up for Noah Baumbach. He took a book many people said was unfilmable, and frankly, filmed the shit out of it. |
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When the sun is out, the shades are, too. |
| All the statistics I never needed to know about myself changed the way I think about, well, me. |
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As a rule, if you get invited to the sex party, you go to the fucking sex party. That was our consensus when we received the invitation to attend a masquerade at Snctm, a members-only club that promises sexual freedom, erotic theater, and maybe even group sex with some of the wealthiest hedonists on the planet. Founded by Damon Lawner in Beverly Hills in 2013, Snctm now hosts events in the financial capitals of the world: New York City, Los Angeles, Moscow, Miami. Watch the preview clip on the site, as my friends and I did—mood lighting! Penetration! Blow jobs in black tie!—and it becomes apparent that this is more than performance art: guests are invited to share in the perversion. As a squad of women, most of us bisexual, all of us with cultivated kinks of our own, we were skeptical of the club's potential for freakiness. |
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