Really, it's a proverb at this point: Sandman does what only Sandman can do. Adam Sandler turns in an Oscar-worthy performance (we'll never let this snub go) in 2019's Uncut Gems, dazzling as the rambling, gambling jeweler Howard Ratner. A year later? Hubie Halloween—a toilet-humored rehashing of the crude-humored romps the comedian made his name on. But it works. Yeah, he got some help from Steve Buscemi going all-out as a rabid werewolf, but it works. And of course, off the screen, our man is slinging the basketball around like a god. That's the range Sandler will give you. You have The Meyerowitz Stories and Punch-Drunk Loves of his filmography, smashed right up against Grown Ups and Little Nicky. (Don't forget: DEEDS!) It's a trip to sort out. Now, with the release of a new Sandler Netflix joint, You Are So Not Invited To My Bat Mitzvah, we opted for some law and order, taking the liberty of ranking Sandler's films from worst to best. |
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What better way to enjoy the last weekend of summer? |
| Cozy Earth's bamboo sheets are the softest bedding I've ever tried. |
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Paranormal Activity really got me. Every time I look at the baby monitor on my wife's side of the bed, I'm always waiting for a shadowy form to take shape in the corner of the room. But the only frightful sight I ever actually end up seeing is my four-year-old son's eyes glowing green in the darkness. And then I inevitably think, "Why the hell is he still awake?" Monitoring our kids as they sleep (or don't sleep) is nothing new. The first baby monitors were invented in the 1930s, spurred on by the Lindbergh Kidnapping Case. For many of these products—it must be said—the technology does not appear to have evolved much since then. |
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We've did the doom scrolling for you. |
| Must-haves for your next hike or upcoming fit pic. |
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Last month, I spent days sobbing quietly in the bathroom. I was low on medical supplies for my daily catheterizations—and worse—low on income, desperate to figure out how I was going to swing it. Despite having a near constant flow of work (for which, I'm both lucky and grateful), I'm always barely making it, financially. While life with a disability isn't necessarily as removed from the normative experience as I think many able-bodied people tend to think it is, the barriers that plague our access to any semblance of economic stability are nearly impossible to overcome. I have not one dollar to put toward retirement, and no realistic path toward home ownership or meaningful savings or investment. I carry over inflated debts acquired from birth onward that are impossible to pay in a lifetime, regardless of any income I manage to bring in. I am not alone in this. |
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