I haven't been nice to my hair. Between desperately trying to give myself blonde streaks in high school and applying excessive amounts of Dep gel, I totally understand why it didn't want to stick around. I know genetics played some part in it, but I can't imagine Staten Island hairstyle trends helped the situation much. Either way, by the time I was approaching 30, my hair was starting to abandon me. The first time I realized the severity of the situation was at a gay club in New York, where a friend's boyfriend thought he was paying me a compliment by telling me he liked my lighter-colored locks. In reality, he was seeing my scalp through my thinning hair. My hair loss had finally reached a point where brushing to cover up my thinning areas wasn't doing the trick. |
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The actor and world traveler brought us his universal lovability as he traveled across Italy exploring cuisine. Now, with a new cookware line in partnership with GreenPan, he's bringing it into your kitchen. |
| Rich Dewey's new documentary, Radical Wolfe, explores the life of the legendary writer, whose career launched at Esquire. Go inside the Esquire-hosted party that followed the world premiere in New York. |
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For all the excitement and drama contained in novels, few of them can compare to a great literary feud. Ernest Hemingway infamously trashed F. Scott Fitzgerald after the latter died: "I never had any respect for him ever, except for his lovely, golden, wasted talent." Gore Vidal and Norman Mailer not only threw punches, but Mailer head-butted Vidal backstage of The Dick Cavett Show. Mario Vargas Llosa also threw punches—his landing on Gabriel García Márquez, who had advised Vargas Llosa's wife to divorce him. Richard Ford shot a hole through one of Alice Hoffman's novels and mailed it to her over a scathing review she gave to The Sportswriter. And don't forget Wallace Stevens and Hemingway throwing down in Key West, or William Faulkner telling a creative writing class that Hemingway "has no courage, has never crawled out on a limb." Hemingway was a reliable enemy to many prominent writers. But in recent years, the bitterness churning through the literary world appears to have waned. |
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Everything you need to look your best at that wedding, work function, or actual cocktail party. |
| It's all about keeping it classy while staying warm. |
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Earlier this month, former MLB player Drew Robinson attended a minor-league game in Sacramento—home of the River Cats, the Giants' Triple-AAA affiliate—where he tossed the first pitch to his support dog, Ellie. That night, the players wore wristbands reading "988," the number of the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline. It was a full-circle moment for the 31-year-old. In May 2021, Robinson took this field as a player for the River Cats, and hit his first home run since losing his right eye from a self-inflicted gunshot wound in an attempted suicide just one year prior. Rounding the bases again was mythical, but by July, he retired from baseball and joined the Giants' front office in a mental health advocacy role. He'd realized his truth traveled further than any home run he'd ever hit. |
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