In my twenties, I had a friend who used to show up at my doorstep uninvited with a six-pack of Red Stripe. She had a terrible job and a worse boyfriend, and whenever either was bumming her out, she'd plop down on the orange couch that my roommate had gotten from her dead great-aunt and tell us everything. In 2017, she moved to Montana, and I suppose if I had to pinpoint it, I'd say that's when the trouble began. One day it became undeniable that I had a friendship void in my life. |
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AirPods are still 30% off, so there's money to be saved. |
| "Despondent Communists," you say? |
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Mike Tyson steps through the black ropes and lies down on his back in the middle of the boxing ring. He looks up at the ceiling of the warehouse in the Las Vegas suburbs and closes his eyes. The makeshift gym is so silent and sterile that all you can hear is his breathing and the hum of the air-conditioning. In a few weeks, Tyson will turn fifty-eight. He's back in training for his first officially sanctioned boxing match in nearly twenty years—a much-hyped matchup with the influencer-turned-pugilist Jake Paul that is set to be held in a football stadium filled with fans and streamed live to a potentially massive audience online. But right now it's time to get to work. |
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Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger rebuffed Donald Trump's demand to "find" votes for him in 2020—and received death threats. Can he once again deliver a fair election? |
| From TVs to robot vacuums, there are some great scores. |
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I don't know about you, but when I think of dressing for summer, I think of shorts, tank tops, breezy polos, and chic leather sandals. Double-breasted suits aren't quite top of mind—or, at least, they weren't until I saw that all the It Guys of Hollywood are sporting 'em this month. Fellas, it looks like we're in for a double-breasted-suit summer. |
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