It has been only a week since Kamala Harris stepped up to replace Joe Biden as the (presumptive) Democratic nominee for president. Already, every choice the vice president has ever made—what she wears, what she listens to, what she likes to drink—is being mined for meme potential and semiotic relevance. It's not Kremlinology; it's Kamalalogy. And so far the signs have been, I have to say, positive. Coconut trees. Beyoncé. Brat. But nothing has instilled more, well—to use a historically freighted word—hope than a recently surfaced photograph of a stack of Kamala's cookbooks. Because this image comes not from her official campaign but rather from a private citizen's shelfie snapping, it seems like an intimate glimpse that demands instant analysis. They're cookbooks, but they're more than cookbooks. So can we dissect them? Yes, we can. |
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You'll spend one-third of your life on them, so invest wisely. |
| In a new interview with Esquire, the Deadpool & Wolverine director certainly seems like he's not finished with the superhero game. |
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I was never a big watch guy before getting an Apple Watch. In my late teens I ran cross-country with a cheap watch to keep time, nothing more. But from the moment I was gifted my first Apple Watch six years ago, I was hooked on the smartwatch. The Apple Watch is perfect if you want conveniences, a full-time lifestyle product. It's a phone on your wrist, as well as an accurate exercise tracker. If your primary goal is to only track your vitals, workouts, and sleep, it's hard not to recommend the Oura Ring. Both are some of the best in tech, and each has become a part of my daily routine. |
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Gather 'round the tavern for some spoiler-free speculation. |
| They're excellent for watching TV, but are they worth the $449 price tag? |
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I am not alone. (Except, I guess, literally.) Americans have become terrible at making and keeping friends. Here's an incomplete list of phenomena that experts in the subject have blamed for this: apartments without dining rooms, Covid-19, "technology," babies, not enough hiking. Whatever the cause, we're a nation afflicted. This is particularly true for men. (If you cannot name even a single close friend, you're not the only one: 20 percent of single men are stuck in the same position, trapped in what is being dubbed a "friendship recession.") But the magnitude of my problem didn't become overwhelming until a gorgeous spring evening when I texted the group chat after one member reported having "a shitstorm of a day." Did anyone want to grab a bite and talk it out? Not one person said yes. |
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